#bighitcity

[btsmakesmehappy]

MicroWave | 1

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Future Smut

Pairing: Agent!Yoongi x Reader (Agent au. Neighbor au)

Word Count: 4,8k

Rating: 18+ (M)

Warning: stalker (not explicit), Yoongi is a soft bun, Y/N is clumsy and naive.

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | completed

Summary: Yoongi can’t help to worry about his neighbor. Not only that she almost burned the apartment down, she also trusts people too much, and yet she doesn’t want people to help her. She is just trouble written in bold and capital and he shouldn’t be acquainted with her. But yet, he makes it his mission to help her with all costs.

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A/N: Thank you again @arizonapoppy who always help me! Without you, I won't even have any will to write and finish this series. Love you!

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You don’t know what you would do now if you choose to stay in the countryside. Maybe you’d sow seeds or milk the cow. Maybe your skin would be so tanned because you spend most of your time outdoors. Maybe you’d be sent into marriage with a neighbor's grandchild just so you can maintain your grandparents’ farm. Or maybe you’d be staying at home, nursing your second-born child to sleep.

But instead, you chose to accept your teacher’s offer for some scholarship in the city. Instead of staying in your comfortable grandparents’ house, you used all of your savings and some of your parents’ insurance money to rent a studio apartment in the city. Instead of eating warm nutritious meals three times a day, you eat mostly twice a day, But don’t take it the wrong way: you eat warm food too, since you usually eat microwave dinners.

You’re grateful to receive a scholarship to such a prestigious university in the city. You do. Even if the scholarship only covers your tuition fee, you’re still happy. Even if it means you need to work multiple part-time jobs just so you can buy food, books, or basically anything to live a proper life, you still have a smile on your face.

Yes, you want to live in a more positive way. You’re just being optimistic here.

You loved living in the city when you were kid, but when your parents suddenly died in an accident, you had no choice but to live with your grandparents. It’s not that you hated them. You do love your grandparents. But to move to a place completely different when you’re just a ten year old was very hard. You missed the sound of cars and the loud noises of the city. You missed the bright lamplights in the night. You missed walking only five minutes to get your favorite ice cream from the convenience store.

So when you dropped your luggage in your new apartment, the first thing you did was to open your window widely, letting the noises fill your dusty room. You’re happy to finally live in the city again, happy to start something new. Happy that you can do whatever you want.

And now, you’re in your third year of your university, still struggling to live by eating instant food.

You open your fridge to check on your stock of food and decide that chicken rice will be your dinner tonight. It’s been four days that you’ve eaten the same stuff. You’re sick of it, but you won’t complain about it anyway. You can’t.

As you push your food into the microwave, your phone vibrates in your pocket. After you push the start button, you walk to your desk while fishing your phone from the pocket and put it on your ear. “Hey granny! How are you?”

“I’m fine! How about you? Are you eating well?” Your grandmother yells from the other end, it means that she puts it in the speaker again, while she is doing something.

You giggle and take a glance at your microwave on the countertop. “Yes. I’m good too. I eat so much every day that I don’t even want to take a look at my scale. What are you doing anyway?”

“Really? Good then. I’m making lasagna for your grandfather. He’s a little upset that the tractor broke yesterday and he even slipped in front of the Baek family.” she laughs a little.

“Oh my God, is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine, just a low back pain. And shame. Oh, I should send you some too! You love my lasagna, after all.”

You smile as you open your laptop. “I’m fine, just eat it with grandpa. I’ll send you some money for the tractor, okay? And take him to the hospital if he’s still in pain.”

DUAR

You turn immediately to the source of the sound, eyes widen as you see smoke coming from your microwave. “Granny, I have to go. Talk to you later. I love you. Please send kisses to grandpa as well!” you hurriedly speak and hang up the phone.

You walk quickly to the kitchen and unplug the cord from the socket, then open your door and windows to let the smoke out. Luckily you see no fire or anything, but you just wasted money on your burnt dinner.

You sigh, and lightly stroke the microwave. “You know, when I adopted you from a thrift store, I expected more. But well, maybe three years is more than enough.” You hug the machine tightly. It’s one of your most prized possessions in your apartment, and your first thing you bought when you move to the city. It has sentimental meaning to you. “Thank you for the three years. You’re the best-”

“What are you doing?”

You jerk with the sudden voice coming from the door. Your eyes fall to the pale man with messy hair leaning on your doorframe with an amused smile on his face. You immediately release the machine with red cheeks, feeling embarrassed to be exposed. “Nothing.” You smile awkwardly. You scan the man from the head to toe, trying to remember who he is. “I’m sorry, I don’t recognize you. You are?”

“Oh right, I’m sorry. I’m your new neighbor. I just moved today. 3C.” He reaches his hand out to you. “I’m Min Yoongi, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you too.” You accept the hand politely. “Do you need something?”

He scratches his head lightly. “Not really, I just heard a big sound and I was wondering what it was. It looks like it came from your room.”

You fiddle with your shirt nervously. “Yes, my microwave seems to be broken. Don’t worry though, it didn’t catch fire and I believe the fire alarm will work well.”

He nods and walks away from the door, slightly eyeing the microwave you hugged earlier. “If you want, I can try to fix it. Just let me know.”

You smile. “Thanks. I’ll let you know.”

Cute.

You shake your head quickly and close your door. You sit again in front of your desk, hands reach for your phone, deciding to transfer some money to your grandparents.

You sigh after reading the amount of money in your account. This semester cost more than the last semester. That means: today is another cup noodles day.

A month later

When you grew up in the countryside, you always knew your neighbors. It’s kinda rude if you just stay at your home without mingling with the others. But life in the city is different. After almost three years living in this apartment, you only know your landlady, who’s living on the first floor. That’s it.

Oh, except you knew a man on the same floor as yours, who you met a month ago.

Min Yoongi left an impression on you. Like how his hair is always messy and he looks so tired. How his skin is so fair that it’s almost white, hidden in his long sleeves. He actually looks so cold and unfriendly compared to your neighbors in the countryside, but in this city, especially in this apartment, he is more friendly than any of your neighbors.

Well, you don’t practically know why. You only met him twice or maybe thrice after he snuck to your door in your smoking the microwave incident. And it’s a shame how he always met you in such unfortunate events, like when your keys fell from your ripped pocket, or your bag of groceries just exploded, or even when you slipped in the hallway.

It’s also annoying how you’re supposed to help him since he’s the new one, but instead he’s the one who helps you. It just makes you lose the opportunity to befriend him. You’re almost sure that he’ll think of you as an unlucky woman and will avoid you for the rest of his life.

But you were wrong.

It is Tuesday evening at six o’clock, when you hear a knock on your door. When you open it, you’re surprised and a little delighted to see Yoongi standing before you. You smile. “Hey, neighbor! Can I help you?”

Yoongi scratches the back of his neck. “Hi, do you mind if I borrow a pot?”

“Sure. Let me-” your hand pauses before the cabinet. As your microwave is broken, you’ve had to cook instant noodles for the past few weeks, so you actually need it. But this man seems to need it too and you have to reply to his kindness from before. But you don’t have any other pot or pan and you don’t really want to go to the convenience store. Wait, what day is it? Tuesday? Then he shouldn’t be working tonight. It should be okay then.

“If you need to use it, it’s okay.”

You open the cabinet and pull out your pink pot. “Don’t worry. You can use it. I’m not cooking for tonight.”

Yoongi receives it with a wide smile. “Thank you, I’ll return it as soon as possible. Have a good night!”

You wave to him vigorously with a smile, feeling happy that at least you can help him once.

You look at your watch and immediately grab your purse. You have a little time to shop before seven. Well, you already know what you’ll buy since you need to save as much money as possible. With that kimbap in your thoughts, you run outside to go to the convenience store.

At least tonight, you won’t eat some cup noodles.

At least for tonight, you won’t think about your savings.

You open the store with your elbow and head directly to the food section. You look into the various types of kimbap, frowning a little after seeing the empty tray of your favorite tuna mayonnaise. Just when your hand reaches the salmon, another hand sweeps in and grabs the last salmon kimbap. “Ah,” you whine quietly.

“Oh, sorry, do you want this?”

A little perplexed, you wave your hands vigorously. “It’s fine. I can take anything. You should take it.” You look at the man before you; his small face is covered with a black mask and a black baseball hat. “Ohh, Yoongi-ssi?”

“Hey, Y/N. I didn’t realize that this would be your dinner. Then you should take this. I borrowed your pot, it’s just inappropriate for me to ruin your dinner plan again.” His eyes narrow to crescents and he places the kimbap in your hand.

You laugh awkwardly. “Thank you. I.. appreciate this, I guess.”

“Y/N?”

A sudden call of your name makes you freeze in the spot. You’re familiar with the voice and you’ve been avoiding him so hard for two years. It’s just so unlucky for you to suddenly meet him.

The man walks closer to you. “Right? You’re Y/N?”

You try to ignore him and unconsciously hide your body behind your neighbor. Your hands tremble as you hold your kimbap for dear life and your mind goes blank.

Yoongi looks at you with a raised eyebrow and turns his head slightly to look at the man who is approaching you. Yoongi then lightly pats your trembling hand and takes the kimbap from you, placing it in his basket. “You only want this? You really need to eat more, you know.” He picks another type of kimbap and puts them in the basket again. “You need to eat at least three of these.”

You look at him confusedly and nod. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He smiles again. Even though his mouth is hidden in his mask, his eyes crinkle cutely. He holds your hand all the way to the cashier. “You sure you don’t want the ice cream? You know, the fish-shaped thing you always love?”

“No. Ibst guess...” you answer as you follow Yoongi, leaving the other man standing confused in the aisle. Still he looks at you weirdly from afar, sending shivers through your spine.

Yoongi puts the basket on the checkout counter and shrugs. “Fine, don’t steal mine,” he giggles and ruffles your hair. He gives his credit card to the cashier and leans toward your ear. “My treat.”

You look at Yoongi again, who is now holding a bag of groceries in his hand, but this time in amazement. He seems bigger, like a knight in shining armor. Well, a knight in an all-black outfit from head to toe.

Wait a minute, Yoongi is a stranger. Why are you letting a random man hold your hand?

But still, you let him. You let his big hand wrap yours. You let the warmth from his hand seep into your skin.

And you feel more relaxed than ever. You feel safe with him beside you.

Just as both of you step outside the store, Yoongi leans toward you again. “That man is still looking at us. Actually he seems like glaring? Do you want to walk around for a little bit to lose him?”

You turn to face him, to sneak a glance at the man behind you and you see him still looking at you. “Can we? I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Not a problem.” Yoongi walks again, dragging you with him in the opposite direction of your apartment.

You walk in the neighborhood casually side by side. It’s a little past six in the evening, but the wind still feels cold on your skin. You cross your arms to wrap your body, trying to keep you a little warmer.

“You want to head back?” Yoongi asks softly.

You shake your head and smile. “No, it’s fine. It’s been a while since I walked around the neighborhood. This is nice.” You turn to him with concern on your face. “I’m sorry. But we can head back, if you want. I’m sure you have something to do.”

He shrugs. “Nah. This is nice.” He lets out a little yawn. “Makes me a little sleepy, but it’s alright.”

“Yes. it’s kind of comforting.”

“Let me guess. An obsessive ex-boyfriend?”

You scoff. “Kinda. How did you tell?”

“He’s still following behind us, hiding behind the brown building. And as for the boyfriend, I just guessed.”

“Wow, you’re an observant guy, aren’t you?”

He giggles. “Well, it’s either I’m observant or that man just plainly sucks at following you.”

“Thank you anyway. I appreciate it.”

"No worries." He stops at the nearby park. Taking up a seat on the bench, he opens the grocery bag. He removes his mask and puts it in his pocket. "So what do you do?"

You accept the kimbap he hands you with a small nod. "I'm in my third year in university. Also work part-time at some places. You?"

Yoongi opens a salmon kimbap and bites into it. "I work in technical stuff."

"Oh that's why you told me you can save my Mickey." You nod again in understanding as you chew quickly.

"Mickey?" He raises an eyebrow as he hands you another kimbap.

You laugh awkwardly. "I mean, my microwave. Sorry that was super weird."

Yoongi lets out a laugh. "Not at all. I think it's cute. Well, a little weird actually, but that's acceptable."

Heat rushes to your cheeks and you try to ignore it by munching your second kimbap.

Yoongi watches you eat with a smile in his face. He always loves to watch the others eat, and seeing you tear into those kimbaps so deliciously just makes him full of contentment. He looks around the perimeter to search for the questionable man but he can't find him anymore. "You want to head back? I think he’s gone."

You nod with your full mouth. Gathering your trash, you throw it into the nearby bin.

The walk back to your apartment is actually quite fun as both of you try to get to know each other. It’s been a tiring month as you worked your ass off, so actually talking to people really means something to you. You learned that he moved here from Hawaii as a relocation, while he learned that you are in a scholarship program and live alone. The last part was his guess as he takes you to your door and picks your spare keys under a potted plant in front of your door. “You really should find a new place for that spare key. You live alone, right? It’s dangerous.”

You take your key from his hand and smile sheepishly. “Right. Thank you.”

“Or maybe you should install a security lock, you know, that kind with a passcode, it’s easier and you don’t need to bring a key with you,” Yoongi says. He gives you another kimbap before you walk inside your living room.

You look at your feet, lost in thought. You’ve been thinking about it since a year ago, but since you’re too busy at your work and have to save money, you never were able to do it. “How much does it usually cost?”

“It depends, but actually I have a ‘buy one get one’ free promo after I installed mine. Don’t ask, I also don’t know why they had that promo. If you want, I can contact them for you.”

“Really? I’ll be thankful. So I pay you half price then?”

He smiles widely and you actually can see his gums. “You don’t need to. It’s just free stuff. But don’t worry, I know the owner so I assure you that it’s the good one.”

Your eyes widen. “But... I don’t really want to bother you...”

He pats your shoulder and turns away. “Just take it, okay? Just think of it as my welcome gift!”

You reach out your hand to grab his sleeves. “Why-why are you helping me?” It’s just what you’ve been taught when you’re a kid: you should never receive help from strangers, who know what they’d want. It might be a trap or fraud. It won't hurt to have a little suspicion, right? Sure, this is maybe not the best way to address your suspicion so explicitly.

“Because I know it’s hard for you to live in this city, study, and make money at the same time. Besides, we are friends and also neighbors. We should help each other.” He smiles again and ruffles your hair. “I had a great time talking with you, neighbor. Just remember to close your door and windows. Oh and here.” He picks a yellowish bottle from his paper bag and hands it to you, a banana milk, and walks away.

You see him walk to his door, and when he wants to close the door, he mouths, Go inside already.

And it makes your heart skip a beat.

You lean on your door after you close it tight. Your face is getting hotter and you feel weird as you look at the banana milk in your hands.

Jesus, he might be a serial killer or human trafficker.

And yet, you decided to trust him for now. Sure, maybe you’re just too naive, but you literally don’t have anyone in this city, let alone a friend. So, the thought of having a new hot friend who happily helps you just makes you elated. This is maybe your happiest moment in three years, even beating the moment when you got a bonus from your work.

Yoongi hums as he enters his apartment. He always does it when he’s in a happy mood and seeing him in that condition makes another man on the other side of the apartment annoyed.

“Where the heck did you go, hyung? I thought you just went to the nearby store?” Jungkook yells, never moving his eyes from his phone.

Yoongi puts the bag on his counter and starts unloading it. “I just met my neighbor and walked around a little.” He takes a good glance at Jungkook and sighs. “Seriously, what happened last night? You just disappeared when I paid for the drinks and came back in the middle of the night looking this miserable.”

Jungkook bites his lips, refusing to answer. He just looks at his phone silently.

“Fine, if you don’t want to tell me.” Yoongi’s eyes fall on a pink pot in his sink. “Glad that you didn’t skip a meal.” Yoongi picks up a kimbap and throws it to Jungkook. He looks at the fish-shaped ice cream bar on his counter, pouting a little when he finds it has already melted.

“Where is my banana milk?” Jungkook asks around a mouth full of food.

Yoongi throws his melted ice cream into the trash. “Oh, right. I’m sorry I forgot about it.”

Jungkook looks at Yoongi with a pout on his face, not only does his woman not want to talk to him, he can’t even have his favorite drink. Well, Jungkook can’t be mad at Yoongi, as he is the guest: living and eating as he likes in Yoongi’s apartment. He’s actually pretty lucky that Yoongi doesn’t kick his butt out of his place.

“I’m going to work in my room, so please don’t disturb me.” Yoongi walks to his room full of computer screens with a bottle of americano in his hand. “And turn off the lights when you go.”

With a small slam of his door, Yoongi sits at his desk. He’s still investigating the incident in the hall and forensic office a few days ago. It shouldn’t be hard, since not many people came to the Company on the day of the incident, but unlucky for him, the culprit was doing a great job to hide his body and face from the CCTV. It makes his job harder. The way the culprit moves the CCTV cameras to hide his figure seems like a professional job. Maybe, hopefully not, that incident is connected with the Black.

Yoongi lets out a sigh and runs his hand through his hair, the bright screens lighting his pale face. He feels bad for all of his team. He was the one who handled the Black Case in Hawaii, and he did it poorly. If only he went into the field more and wasn’t stuck in front of his computers, maybe he wouldn’t have lost Jiseok two years ago. If only he had looked for the Black a little more back then, maybe he could have found Jiseok and maybe that incident in Hawaii a month ago wouldn't have happened.

He feels that it’s partly his fault.

Sure, his team never blames him. He couldn’t do anything anyway two years ago, since it was a secret mission. But still, the fact that he couldn’t do anything was killing him, and soon enough it turned into regrets, which sometimes sneak into his sleep, pestering him as a nightmare.

That’s why he asked the Boss personally to be relocated here even if he hates working in an office. He doesn’t want to miss anything about this mission. He needs to stop the Black, even if it means that he needs to wake up in the morning --so cruel!-- just to go to the office. This mission is his priority right now. He has to do something.

His fingers move quickly over the keyboard, changing the view countless times. This is going to be a long night, but luckily he had a great dinner before and he’s sure that he can make it through the night. And hopefully he can get some leads.

Yoongi walks lazily to his kitchen in the morning, only to find that his living room is too bright. He looks around and his eyes fall on Jungkook who is still in the same spot as yesterday. “Man, you didn’t go home?”

Jungkook turns his head to meet Yoongi’s eyes. “Is it morning already?”

Yoongi sighs and opens his fridge to pull out a carton of milk. “Let’s have breakfast.”

“I’m not starving.” Jungkook looks at his phone again and slides it into his pocket. He stands and walks to the bathroom. “I’m just going to wash up for a bit.”

Yoongi looks at his younger friend with a sad smile. He doesn’t know what happened to Jungkook, but it is surely serious and bad. He takes his phone from the counter and texts Taehyung about Jungkook. He knows that it isn’t his place to meddle in other people’s business, but he’s worried about Jungkook; everyone does.

Jungkook is like his little brother. He basically raised him along with other agents. Jungkook is like a fused version of the older ones. And even though Jungkook is a grown-up right now, Yoongi sometimes still sees him as a shy kid who laughed with hands covering his mouth. Jungkook laughs freely now, but he is still a little shy, especially with that girl in forensics.

Yoongi scoffs, who would even think that Jungkook would be this mad about that girl?

Thirty minutes later, both Yoongi and Jungkook are both ready to go to work. It’s as they are walking down the hallway, that you open your door.

You wear a grey hoodie and black pants. You sling your blue backpack clumsily with your hands full, a big water bottle in your right hand and a banana milk in your left. Your hair is tied into a low ponytail, your usual hairstyle. “Hey, neighbor!” you call out to them.

Yoongi replies with a nod, as he drags Jungkook with him. “Morning, Y/N. This is my friend, Jungkook.”

You look at Jungkook, who keeps silent in confusion. The way the taller man’s eyes show sadness and fatigue actually makes you curious. “Not a morning person, I assume?” you laugh a little as you hand the banana milk to Jungkook.

“You don’t have to. Isn’t this your breakfast?” Yoongi asks as he pushes Jungkook’s hand away from the milk.

“That’s fine. It seems he needs it more.” You grab Jungkook’s hand and put the milk in his grip. “Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods weakly. “Nice to meet you too. Thank you for the milk.”

You smile at both of the men and walk to the stairs. “I see you later, I guess.”

“Oh right, when do you want to change the key? I called the shop and they can do it today.”

You stop walking and turn to see Yoongi. “Today? I don’t think I can. I have a job until the evening.” You tap your finger on your chin, thinking. “Do I have to be here when they install it?”

Yoongi looks at you weirdly, not knowing where the conversation is headed. "Not really, why?”

Your face beams as you continue to talk and hand the key. “Then would you tell them that I put the key in the potted plant?”

Yoongi eyes widen. “What?”

You tilt your head in confusion. “What? I’m sorry I don’t want to bother you again, but would you please tell-”

“Are you crazy? Why’d you give the key to strangers?”

“I don’t really have a choice! You’re right I really should install it since I’ve lost like twenty keys since I lived here. But I don’t really have the time. I work every single day till evening,” you pout as you fiddle with the hem of your hoodie.

Yoongi runs his fingers through his hair in exasperation. “What about the weekend? Or any other day?”

You shake your head weakly. “I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t change the lock. Sorry that I bothered you with this kind of thing.”

He sighs and reaches out his hand. “Fine. I’ll be there when they change it.”

“What? No-no. You have a job, I don’t want to disturb you.”

Yoongi quickly grabs the keys from your hand and puts it in his pants. “That’s okay. I’ll check it at lunchtime. The faster the key changes is the better for my sanity.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Nothing.” He sighs again as he hands you his phone. “Just at least keep your phone with you, okay? I’m gonna update you by text.”

Your eyes beam in admiration and you quickly tap in your numbers. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” You look at your watch and your eyes widen. “Oh my God, I have to go now. Just call or text me if you need something.”

Yoongi watches you running down the stairs and shakes his head in disbelief. He actually wants to offer his car to drive you to your university, but you run so fast that you’re gone before he can even say anything.

“Wow, she is really gullible, isn’t she? She’ll get hurt someday.” Jungkook scoffs and stabs the straw on the lid of the banana milk. It’s when he sips the milk, he smiles a little. “Or maybe she’s just stupid?”

“She literally just gave her breakfast to you, don’t be such a jackass. But yeah, I think so too.” Yoongi looks at the screen of his phone, your phone number, and then to your door. Why do I keep wanting to help her?

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Day 19

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[unatempesta-dipensieri]

Red Moon

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pairing: OT7 x reader

genres: poly!au, fallen angels!au, demons!au

word count: 2095

warnings: feathers falling from the structure of their wings, leaving a very ugly structure (not described in detail), minor character death

                                           ACT 1, CHAPTER 01

Small impetuous drops rumbled in the pine forest, in the silence only that continuous jingle was audible. The wood is very large and extends over an enormous arch of territory, surrounded by very high white mountains for recent snowfalls. The smell of resin, fir and musk was added to the sweet and relaxing sound of the drops falling on the pines. The landscape was wrapped in a solemn silence, the animals seeking shelter, the pine trees motionless since there was no wind. The whole expanse was colorful with various greens, from light to some dark shades. In the undergrowth, small bushes and moss reigned. On the ground only pine needles, fallen over the years. Suddenly a dazzling light, a noise rang out in the valley, the most intense rain and the amplified noises. A stream of water rushed beyond the valley and swelled visibly as the small drops increased. Namjoon was still lying on the ground, his body was too heavy and numb to allow him to stand up and seek shelter. He tried to move his head slightly to look around and to see if the others were beside him, but his neck hurt. He had taken a hit, so he stopped and closed his eyes, thinking about why he was in that place.

It all started when Yoongi saw that girl. He saw her run through the crowded streets of New York, with headphones in her ears that let out classical music. He had fallen in love with watching her play the piano, her diaphanous white fingers moved gracefully on the piano keys, while a sweet symphony echoed in the room where she was.

The second to see it was Seokjin; he saw her with several plastic bags in her hands, as she tried to go up to the fifth floor of the building. She almost fell from the cloud she was on when she saw that the girl was about to fall down the stairs when she was wrong to put her foot down but was saved by another human who was a few steps away from her. After a few minutes, he saw her enter her apartment and start putting away all the ingredients or products she needed for the home. He loved the fact that she was neat and that she loved to cook.

The third was Hoseok. He saw her while she was teaching girls ballet. Hoseok, besides the angels, had never seen such a beautiful and graceful creature. She managed to be so elegant even when the little creatures made a wrong move, she always smiled and if necessary she explained again every single move to those girls who couldn't understand or perform the exercise; but she also loved the fact that when she wanted to, she knew how to be serious and was able to put back those who did not follow her rules.

The fourth was Namjoon. He saw her walking with a bag over her shoulder in Central Park. Already the fact that the girl liked the vegetation had made the archangel's heart beat a lot. He saw her sit on a bench, and after taking a book out of her bag, start reading. He saw how she began to isolate herself, perhaps, recreating the scenes from the book in his mind. Namjoon could not help but stare at her with a smile on his face.

The fifth was Jimin, although a little hesitant in looking at a human who was not what the superiors had chosen at all. He perched on a cloud and looked at her with bored eyes. He spent several days looking at her until he understood why the others were so taken with her. Looking at her, he understood that she had a pure heart and soul, perhaps even too pure not to be an angel. He fell in love with her innocence and her smile; perhaps, he had never seen such a bright smile in all his years of service.

The sixth was Taehyung, who used the excuse of looking at the human as a moment of relax from the addict of his chosen one. He needed to breathe and to stop watching his chosen drug and slowly bring himself to death, that's why as soon as Namjoon asked who wanted to watch her, Taehyung did not think twice. He loved how the hair strands were arranged, which protruded from the tail, behind the ear, of how, when she had the chance, she went to see some art shows, or when she painted and stained, who knows how, her face.

The last but not least, at least for them, was Jungkook. The youngest of them and the newest. He had fallen in love with a nice and sunny girl like her. He loved the fact that, like him when he was still alive, she found time to play video games, train in the gym, but still managed to find space for friends. He knew that humans were running constantly. He understood that by seeing his chosen one. Single mother of two children, the ex-husband cheated on her with a colleague and gave her up in no uncertain terms, to then go to Norway with the other woman. It was something he hated. Betrayal.

The betrayal was just what he expected of all seven.

An angel heard a conversation that all seven were having and ran to one of the superiors telling him everything he had heard. They didn't even have time to rebel that in no time they were in the room where the Superiors met and discussed very important matters.

"Cherubino Namjoon, I never expected such behavior from you," said one of the elders. If Jimin remembered well he had to be called Jaehyung but he was not very sure.

"And what would I do?" Namjoon asked raising his head and looking at him defiantly.

"I heard that you seven have fallen in love with a human," said the superior, smiling at him, showing him his white teeth.

The boys widened their eyes, their hearts started to beat wildly. They could not speak, perhaps because they were caught in the act. Yoongi clenched his jaw thinking about who might have heard their private discussion.

"Seraphin Seokjin -continued the superior- you know that these emotions are not part of the angels, but of the demons!" he screamed the last word in panic, had wide eyes and a crazy smile, while looking at Seokjin, who remained impassive.

The Superior was about to insult Jungkook when the main door opened. "What do you want now?" he screamed as soon as he saw an Angel enter.

"Sir, we did what you ordered," said the newcomer, bowing.

"Well," said the Seraphin, then turned to the seven angels. "Surely you are wondering what I asked him to do. I ordered him to kill her while she slept. A quick and painless death. "

The Seraphin never expected such a violent reaction, especially from Seraphin Seokjin. He jumped up and threw himself against his body, squeezing his neck with his hands.

"How dare you! And you are the ones who say you love independently and that you are better than demons, but you are worse than them! As soon as a human creates the slightest problem, you get it out of the way! Jaehyung, remember my words, I will make you go through the pains of hell, I will make you die of a slow and painful death! " Seokjin shouted in anger.

Even the others had never seen him in those conditions. His neck and face were completely red, his hands that were still around Jaehyung's neck trembled and his eyes were filled with tears, as were theirs. In an instant the guards seized Seokjin and stopped him with golden chains, preventing him from moving.

Jaehyung got up and after adjusting his white tunic, looked at the boys, then smiled.

"I, Archangel Jaehyung, in the name of God, cause the Cherubino Namjoon, the Seraphim Seokjin, the Throne Yoongi, the Domination Hoseok, the Archangel Jimin, the archangel Taehyung and the angel Jungkook, to be exiled from Paradise for eternity. May Hell welcome you," said the Archangel and with a snap of fingers it began.

Pain began. They could feel their wings cracking, their heads hurting and their stomach turning over. Hoseok looked towards Jimin, and saw the younger bent forward while holding his head in his hands, the wings were completely bare and writhing taking a really bad position, all the white feathers were still bleeding on the ground while in their place, black feathers were growing. He looked at Namjoon and saw that the color of his eyes had changed to a color he could not define, but he looked like a mixture of light orange and yellow, his white hair had become a light lilac. Maybe his partners's hair had changed too but he had no reflective surface to see himself in.

When the wings changed completely, they felt the floor crumble under their feet and fell on deaf ears. Jungkook opened his eyes just when his body crossed a cloud, he tried to stop and trying to flap his wings but a twinge of pain ran all over his body. He looked to the sides and saw that the boys were beside him, Seokjin held the hands of Jimin and Taehyung, while Hoseok held his and Yoongi's. But who was holding Namjoon's hand? He looked slightly further and saw that Namjoon was still passed out, he tried to tell Yoongi to hold Namjoon's hand, but when they crossed a large cloud, he didn't saw him again.

Then the crash came in no time. The good thing was that it was raining like never before so humans would have thought that the sound of their fall was a thunder nearby.

****

Hours passed, the first ray of light illuminated the valley which took on a magical aspect. Everything was now visible: the high white mountains with various clouds full of humidity, the pine forest and the river.

Namjoon opened his eyes still dull and heard rapid steps towards him, perhaps someone was running to help him.

"Namjoon!" Seokjin entered his vision followed by Taehyung, who began to dig to free his body of the earth and the mud that had covered it. He tried to speak but only guttural lines came out of his mouth.

"Hyung, don't try! Keep drinking the water we found at a nearby stream! " Jungkook said approaching his cup-shaped hands.

Hyung? What word was it? What did it mean?

"I know you're asking yourself many things but first we have to get you out of here," Seokjin said giving him a reassuring smile. The oldest, along with the youngest, had always had this reassuring soul, which managed to calm the other five.

"Black looks good on you," Namjoon whispered when he started focusing. “Thanks hyung! Lilac is fine for you instead, ”Jungkook replied with a smile. "What is this hyung, you keep calling?" Namjoon asked looking him in the eye.

"Since I have been dead for about two, three years I think things have not changed much, hyung is used by males to call another boy who is older than him, therefore of logic, I should call you all hyung, to show respect, ”said Jungkook, continuing to remove the mud that had trapped one of the older's legs.

After the two freed him, they gave him a hand to get up and clean himself of the residues that had remained on his clothes and face. "So what do we do now?" Jimin asked, attracting the attention of others. "Let's start walking in search of civilization," Yoongi replied.

They didn't know how long they walked when they started hearing car noises. Taehyung passed a bush and had to close his eyes when a light blinded him. It was the headlights of a car passing by.

"Anyone know what place this is?" he asked when the others had joined him. "This ... this is Seoul, we are in South Korea," replied Jungkook and then continued: "This is the city that brought me to end my life, it shouldn't have changed much and I still remember some things," 

"So what are you waiting for? Show us the way angel, ”Hoseok said putting a hand on his shoulder. Jungkook nodded and the others followed him breathlessly. It would have been an adventure in teaching kids how to behave among humans and how to use the simplest things, like taking a bus.

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[jiminicus]

Fluffy First Times

Genre: Fluff 🐨 , Smut ⛓️

Pairing : Jungkook x Reader

Word count : 4.6k

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Sexual Content

Mealis was an average college student in the fourth year of her studies. In high school, she was the quiet girl that rarely went out to with her friends. When she first entered college, she thought she would be finally able to socialize, get a boyfriend, fall in love, and do all the good things that people did in their youth. However, as the years passed, she always preferred to focus on her studies, never finding time to meet new people and achieving her so-called “social goals” that she had set. She was starting to get disappointed with herself. All her friends, even the shyest ones had at least had their first kiss.

Today, this was all going to end. She was now in the waiting room of a nicely furnished, modern building, filling some paperwork. She was here for “sex therapy”, as the website she found out about them liked to refer to their services. At that time, she was not looking to get laid, but after reading the reviews on their website for a couple of months, the idea didn’t seem that bad. All service providers were trained to create unique experiences for every guest and tailor the session according to the needs, desires, and personalities of their clients. They specialized in providing “therapy” to those dealing with problems in their sexual life as well as people who had insecurities and fears, and sometimes even helped people explore their sexuality, showing them new ways to have fun.

This kind of experience was of course expensive, and she had to work some extra hours in the nearby café to be able to afford it. It seemed to be worth it though, getting an actual boyfriend was time consuming, and based on her friends’ stories, she didn’t want to end up having her first time with someone that would break her heart. Spending the night with a professional was going to be easier, and it would also take away some of the nervousness she was feeling. She would never see him again after all.

When she filled the papers and checked them thoroughly, she passed them to the lady on the front desk. She instructed her to wait some more in the waiting room until her “therapist” was ready to take her in. Drinking the hot tea she was offered when she first entered the building, she looked around the place. Nothing about it hinted to what happened behind the closed doors, it looked like a normal lobby to normal business. She was happy for it though, she didn't want to be seen is some sort of a sex dungeon.

In some nerve wracking minutes, the young lady from before reappeared.

“Your therapist is ready and waiting for you in room 003.” She said politely and gestured towards the pathway Maelis was supposed to take.

She walked towards the room slowly, trying to calm herself.

“It’s finally happening.” She told herself taking a deep breath, feeling her heartbeat in her head.

She knocked on the door with the number 003 painted on it. In a few short moments, the door opened and a smiley boy stood in front of her. He had long black curly hair and an adorable bunny smile. He was dressed comfortably in some sweatpants and an oversized shirt that revealed part of the tattoos on his forearm. He looked young and friendly and his soft eyes immediately calmed her.

“Hello, my name is Jungkook and I will be your therapist for today.” He said as he opened the door wider to let her in.

“I am Maelis.” She responded quietly, still studying his features.

“Nice to meet you Maelis, please take a seat on the bed.” He said as he motioned towards it.

She sat on the corner of the bed while he set himself in the middle of it. Seeing her awkward position, he spoke.

“Take your shoes off and seat here.” He patted the place next to him.

She shifted her weight towards him, but the proximity made her shy and she diverted her eyes to her lap, trying to hide her blushing cheeks. His charming aura may not be that helpful after all.

“We have an hour and a half at our disposal today. We will spend some time talking and getting to know each other in the beginning and then we can go to more intimate acts. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, please let me know.” She did feel uncomfortable. He was perhaps the hottest guy she had ever seen and the fact that he was staring at her right now made her heartbeat go wild.

“You should know that this is a safe place and anything we say and do will in this room, will stay here.” He finished, summarizing the rules on the papers she had agreed on.

“Okay.” She said simply, unable to form a more complex sentence.

“On your papers you said you have never had sex before, so I assume you must be nervous.” Jungkook said as he shifted his weight so he was sitting in front of her.

“I am very nervous.” She admitted feeling his eyes burn her skin.

“It’s ok to be nervous,” he smiled softly “But don’t worry, there is nothing scary at all.” He said and he took her hands in his, slowly moving his thumb across the back of her hand, trying to calm her down.

“So, tell me what kind of romantic intimacy you’ve had before?”

“None...” It felt embarrassing to say out loud. “Nothing at all.”

“Really?” He looked surprised at her confession. “Not even a kiss or holding hands with someone?”

“No. I have never had a boyfriend or anything.” She wished for the floor to open and swallow her in. She always felt that people were going to make fun of her and call her prudish when she told them about her nonexistent romantic life. Jungkook however, seemed to sympathize with her. He dealt with people who had problems in their sexual lives every day and he really wanted to help them feel better.

“Is there a reason for that?” He said with caution, knowing that it could be a sensitive topic for her. He didn’t want to admit it now, but he was also curious, why has a beautiful girl like her never experienced romantic love?

“I never had time…. And I guess I just never really wanted to.” She said as if she just realized it, lifting her eyes to meet his for a second.

He wanted to ask more questions. Why did she change her opinion now? Why did she come to him? But he knew those questions were prohibited to ask since they usually made the clients feel embarrassed or humiliated having to admit they needed help.

“What matters is that you want to try new things now, right?” He said cheerfully.

“How about we do something simple as we talk? Do you want to cuddle?”  

“Yeah, sure.” She said relieved that the conversation about her life ended.

He sat with his back resting on the headboard, making some space between his legs. “Come here!” He said, the kind smile never leaving his face.

Maelis sat with her back relaxing on his chest. He put his hands around her waist and hugged her from behind. This position was definitely more comfortable and less awkward, as she didn’t have to look at the model looking guy she was supposed to have sex with.  

The conversation took a lighter mood this time. He told her that he was a post-graduate psychology student and that he did research in the field of human sexuality. She told him about her failed previous relationship attempts, feeling more comfortable knowing she spoke to an actual psychologist.  

It was fun and easy to talk to him and she almost forgot the actual reason she was there, until she felt his warm breath on her neck. Her body tensed as he pressed a soft kiss on her skin.

“Relax Maelis, it’s just a kiss.” Her cheeks took a rosy shade and she felt butterflies in her stomach.  

“Tell me what you wished your crush did that night.” He placed another kiss just under her ear, referring to the story she was just telling him.

“I don’t know… I just wanted him to talk to me some more.” She said, trying to respond as if nothing happened.

“And then what?” He said in a suggestive manner.  

She started to get nervous now. The conversation had taken a quick turn and she wasn’t prepared for that. She fiddled with her hands. Jungkook noticed her sudden change, but despite that, he wanted to make her express her desires, knowing very well that she was not going to do that by herself.

“What do you want me to do?” He said separating her hands and intertwining his fingers with hers. “You know I won’t judge you, nor I will make fun of you, I just want to know what will make your heart flutter.” His voice was gentle and soft as if he was talking to a child.  

“What you do, already makes my heart flutter.” A shy smile appeared on her face. It was a simple confession, but it made her feel relieved she didn’t have to describe to him some kind of a porn scene.

“This?” He replied as he pressed another kiss on her neck. Another one followed, this time he parted his lips and slightly licked her skin. A shy moan slipped from her lips as he continued to shower her with kisses.  

“I am so sorry!” She said right after, feeling embarrassed once again.

“Don’t be so shy sweetheart. I want to hear you enjoy yourself.” He whispered in her ear.  

He then let go of her hand and slowly slid it under her sweatshirt, letting his fingers ghost over her skin. It felt electrifying having her stomach touched by someone in a situation this. It felt new and exciting and she sure enjoyed it, but something inside of her couldn’t quite let her let go, and live in that moment. She was tense and her mind was rushing through all the things that could happen next. She felt anxious. Was she really going to have sex now? Was she ready for it? Was spending the night with a stranger a good idea? She didn’t know what to do or how to act, she was frozen.

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook said letting his head rest on her shoulder.

“I am sorry... It’s just a little overwhelming...” She snapped out of her trance.

“Stop overthinking babygirl. I know it’s all new to you, you don’t have to be perfect, just try to enjoy yourself.” Treating such an inexperienced person was new to him and making her comfortable was going to be challenging.  

“Wanna turn around so we can do things a bit differently?” He said gently pushing her back. She turned around and he laid down on the bed, next to her.  

“Imagine I was your boyfriend now and I’d let you do anything you want to me.”  

The offer was tempting. What did she want to do the most? She wanted to kiss him, but he was too intimidating for her to attempt that. She opted for a hug. It was not that intimate and she felt nice cuddling with him. She wrapped her hands around his waist and lowered herself to his level. He embraced her back and pulled her down so she was now laying on top of him. Her head was on his chest and she could feel his heartbeat. He was calm and relaxed, nothing like the way she felt.

“Now what?” She said with a smile.

“Now nothing. You can do whatever you want. You can kiss me or touch me as I did to you. The hour is yours.” Did they spend thirty minutes talking? If she had to be honest with herself, she wouldn’t mind spending the rest of their time just cuddling in each other’s arms, but she wasn’t here for a cuddle session, she was here to have fun for once. As much as she enjoyed her time with him just chatting, she had paid way too much for her to waste it so easily.

She pressed her lips on his neck and he immediately tilted his head giving her more skin to work on. She tried to copy what he had done to her before while he run his hand through her hair. To her surprise it didn’t feel as awkward as she thought it would.

Maelis continued her actions for a minute or two before she decided to let her hands explore his body. The baggy shirt he was wearing didn’t show his musculature, but the thin material gave enough for her to feel his toned body. In a similar fashion, she slipped her hand underneath the fabric and let her fingertips barely touch his warm skin. It felt nice exploring his body while planting kisses on his neck and collarbones, but this was all he had done to her and she didn’t know what to do next.

“Jungkook.” She called him quietly. “What do I do now?”

He opened his eyes and smiled cupping her face with his palm. “What do you want to do? Wanna take it off?” He said while placing his other hand on her hand beneath his shirt.

She nodded. He got up and let her slip the material off his body. It was hard for her not to look at his well-defined abbs. His chest was broad and his arms were equally as toned, decorated in beautiful drawings. He looked like a Greek statue and she couldn’t help but stare at him.  

"No wonder he had such good reviews on the website.” She thought.

“Like what you see?” He smirked.  

He came closer to her, putting his hands on her thighs to support himself. He leaned even closer, leaving only a few inches between their faces.  

“Your lips are so beautiful.” He said, running his thumb over her bottom lip. “They feel great against my skin too.”  

Maelis was both uncharacteristically calm and having a heart attack at the same time. She had just locked her eyes with his and became enchanted in them. For once she wanted him to continue his suggestive words.  

“Want to feel them against my lips too.”  

He looked in her eyes, searching for a reaction, a permission to fulfill his words. To his surprise, she closed her eyes and leaned in first. He closed the remaining distance and connected their lips.  It was a slow and soft kiss, gently touching their lips together.

Maelis never knew that lips were so soft and sensitive to touch. The feeling was inebriating and she felt the butterflies in her stomach again. Not knowing how long the kiss should last, she slowly pulled away.  

For a second, she made quick eye contact with Jungkook before joining their lips for the second time. She felt his tongue licking her lower lip asking for permission to deepen the kiss. She parted her lips and let him slide in, intertwining his tongues together. All her thoughts were gone, she just wanted to feel more of him.

The kisses continued for a few minutes, as Jungkook slowly became more dominant, pushing her towards the bed. Once she was laying on her back, he set himself above her figure. He let his hands roam across her body. Her curves were exactly as he loved them and it would be a lie if he said he didn’t enjoy the session a bit more than usual. He wanted to see her body, so he started to lift the hem of her sweatshirt.

Once her stomach was uncovered, he broke the kiss. He gave her a quick peck on her nose and smiled kindly. He then lowered himself leaving kisses on her neck and then skipped over to her tummy leaving a row of raspberry kisses.

“You are tickling me.” She said through a wide smile, always having been sensitive in that area.

“Is that so?” He replied playfully and continued to blow even more raspberries on her tummy.

“Jungkook stop!” She felt tears start forming in her eyes from the laughter.

“I’ll stop only if you let me take this off.” He said holding the hem of her sweatshirt.

“Fine.” She agreed without much thought.

She got up and let him peel the material off her body. The cold air made her feel naked and she brought her hands to her front trying to cover herself.

Seeing her discomfort, Jungkook connected their lips again. In this position he took her hands in his and let them fall to her sides.  

“You are beautiful, bub, don’t hide it.” He whispered against her lips. The innocent sweet kisses from before were gone. He was now passionately attacking her lips. She began to feel excited, anticipation replacing the nervousness in her lower stomach.

He moved his lips on her jawline and her neck. She felt more comfortable this time and let her heavy breathing be heard, sometimes letting a moan slip from her lips. He went lower, to her collarbones and cleavage. He found a place right on the curve of her right breast and placed an open-mouthed kiss, sucking on the tender skin. After decorating her cleavage with kisses, he licked the strip of skin right on the hem of her bra.  

“Let me take it off?” He said lifting his gaze, to meet her eyes.  

“If you want to.” She replied, trying to copy his tone from before.

Hearing that, he slipped the straps off her shoulders, leaving a kiss on each collarbone. He then reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. Once the bra was off, Maelis’ hands traveled to her now naked breasts in embarrassment. He placed a kiss in the center of her breasts and his mouth traveled up, towards her nipple.  

“What did we say about hiding?” He said as he bit on her finger that was covering his target. His dorky behavior definitely worked and she removed her hand smiling at his actions.  

He took the nipple in his mouth and toyed with it with his tongue. It felt good and she felt herself getting wet, rubbing her thighs together to get some friction.

“That’s my job darling.” He warned, placing his hand between her legs spreading them apart. He put one of his legs between hers and laid down on top of her. The pressure his thigh was putting on her core was making her skin burn but not giving her much pleasure.  

His mouth was kissing and sucking on one of her breasts and his hand kneaded the other. After one particularly good lick on her nipple, she involuntarily moved her pelvis against his thigh, letting out a moan from the sudden pleasure she felt on her core.

“Impatient huh?” He said teasingly and moved lower, towards the hem of her shorts. He placed a kiss bellow her belly button and then continued south. He hooked his fingers on the waistband and tugged gently, asking her to take them off. She lifted her lower half letting him remove them.  

As the fabric left her skin and found itself on the floor, all her worries fled her mind. The only piece of clothing remaining on her body was the thin fabric of her panties. She was naked in front of a sexy stranger that was supposed to take her virginity. She wasn’t on birth control. Did he have condoms?  

“Of course he has condoms, it’s his job after all.” The rational part of her reminded.

But then, she didn't know what to do. What if he doesn’t enjoy the experience? What if she messes something up? What if she didn’t shave that well? What about the stretch marks on her thighs? Had he noticed them?

“What’s wrong?” His angelic voice took her thoughts away from her mind as he was running his hand soothingly over her thigh.

“I am nervous... What if something goes wrong?”  

“I am here sweetheart." He placed a kiss on her forehead.  "I’ll tell you if you need to do something. For now, just relax.” He found his place between her legs and leaned in for a kiss.  

“Do you have a condom?”  

“Why? Do you have a preference for texture or flavor?” He said smiling at her naïve question.

“Maybe.” She said connecting their lips again. As the passionate kiss ended, Jungkook went down again, never breaking eye contact. He found her pink panties and placed a kiss on her clothed core.  

“Let me take those too?” He said as he trailed his fingers on her inner things. A simple nod was enough and she found her wet lips exposed to the cold air.  

“So wet baby...” He run his finger collecting some of her juices.  

“I want to taste you.” He said licking his finger. He then licked a stripe from her clit to her opening. Maelis let a loud moan. She had surely touched herself before, but she had never found herself that sensitive in that area. The simplest touches were sending waves of pleasure through her whole body.

In the next few minutes, his lips never left her clitoris, constantly playing with it. Sometimes with feathery licks and other times with harsh sucks on her most sensitive nub. When she was wet enough, he slowly slipped a finger in her core, watching closely for any sign of discomfort. None was present and when he started moving his finger, her moans became louder.  

He added a second finger, but this time, she felt some discomfort from the stretch from the depth at which his fingers penetrated her. After giving some more attention to her clit however, she felt the warm feeling in her lower stomach and told him to move his fingers, trying to chase out her orgasm.

Just before she could go over the edge, Jungkook stopped all his movements.  

“Wait some more princess. Can’t let you cum now.” He said taking off his sweatpants and boxers at once.

She looked at him as he took a condom from the bedside table and slipped it on his cock. He looked beautiful naked, she thought. His muscular chest and thighs, his well-defined abs and... She didn’t want to stare at his cock for too long, but it was the first time saw a man naked in front of her and the girth and length of his member made her feel both intimidated and excited.

He turned back to her and lay between her legs. Their lips connected once again in a lustful kiss.  

“Ready babygirl?” He said, pressing their foreheads together.

“I’ll be gentle. If you feel any pain or if for any reason you want me to stop, let me know and I will, okay babe?”

“Mhmm” Was all she could mutter. He lined his member with her entrance and delicately pushed forward. He moved slowly as he left gentle kisses on her neck and shoulders, trying to distract her from any discomfort.

Somewhere halfway through, she felt ripping pain and asked him to still his movements for a second.

“It’s okay baby.” He said kissing her shoulder.

When the pain started going away, she gave him a sign to continue. He slowly moved forward again till he felt himself bottom out.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Tell me when you are ready to move.” His voice softer than ever, his lips never leaving her skin. The feeling in her lower region was no longer painful but rather uncomfortable. Having something inside her felt unfamiliar.  

“I am ready, Jungkook.” She said running her hands on his back. He started moving at a painstakingly slow pace. God, he wanted to move faster, she felt so good, he thought.

After a while, the uncomfortable feeling was almost gone and she began to feel the pleasure as he moved.  

“Go faster.” It was all he needed. He gradually increased his speed and made his thrusts more powerful while always keeping it gentle.

It’s been a while since he treated a virgin but for the first time, it felt as if it wasn’t just the sex, they felt... close. Their lips danced on each other's bodies while their bodies moved in sync. It felt intimate, almost as if they were a couple that had long waited for their moment together. Maelis thought it was because Jungkook was a professional, but he knew, that what he felt at that moment was far from professional, ever for his job.

They felt their orgasms approach and the pace became faster, Jungkook moving his hand to rub Maelis’ clit. She felt a warm feeling build up in her lower stomach.

“Jungkook I...”

“Me too baby.” His thrusts lost rhythm, becoming more sporadic, chasing his orgasm. The change of pace sent Maelis over the edge, her body starting to shake as the orgasm rushed through her body. Shortly after, Jungkook too felt his orgasm approach, spilling his milky cum into the condom.  

He let his body fall on top of hers, placing one last kiss on her forehead. She run her hands through his hair as he caught his breath.

“How do you feel bubble?”  

“It felt good. It never feels this good when I do it by myself.” She admitted. “How do you feel?” She asked cautiously, not sure if he actually enjoyed his time with a beginner.

“Amazing. Are you sure you have never had sex before?”  

“You don't have to try to not hurt my feelings.” She said pushing him playfully away from her. He laid next to her staring at the ceiling.

“I don’t.” He looked at her direction with a smile. “You did well sweetheart.” He caressed her hair with his palm.  

“I’ll go take care of myself for a second. You can stay here and rest.” She watched him go to the room attached to the one they were in.

“Did I really do this?” She wondered. It felt better than what she had expected, and Jungkook … he was so gentle and caring. She heard the sound of water in the other room. Was he taking a shower? She looked at herself. She needed a shower too. They got pretty steamy after all. Turning around she saw a stain on the white sheets.  

“Oh, no!” The sheets were now covered in bright red blood. The pain wasn’t terrible and she didn’t think she had bled. How was he going to react when he sees it? She put a pillow on top of the stain, she was going to deal with this later. She got up and took her sweatshirt from the ground. It was better if she at least had something on.

Jungkook had just exited the bathroom, wearing only his boxers.  

“Where are you going bub? Leaving so soon?” He said wearing a pair of sweatpants.  

“No umhh... Something happened...” She said sitting on the bed, while he looked at her with concern.

She lifted the pillow covering the stain.  “I am sorry.”

He looked down at the bed and let his bunny smile shine through.  

“It’s okay. It’s normal to bleed on your first time. I’ll change the sheets.”

He came back after discarding the stained sheets and hugged her from behind, pulling her towards the bed.

“Isn’t our time over?” She said remembering their time limit.  

“Yep.” He said simply. “My next appointment is in an hour. Wanna cuddle some more?”

“Do you do this with all your clients?”

“No, but you are a good cuddler.”

“You are good with other things too.” He said whispering in her ear. “Maybe we can try some of those textured condoms next time.”

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Upside down; Chapter 3 - Outbursts

A/n: Hi Guys, so we’re back with a new chapter. This chapter is basically a filler chapter to propel both Namjoon and Y/n’s relationship a bit further while also revelaing a few details focusing mostly on y/n’s background. We explore more of who Namjoon is as a person and his back ground in the next few chapters. I felt like having individual focus on each of them was necessary for us to understand them as people and the story as well. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

PS: I really tried to solve their conflict in this chapter but realized that it will become too lengthy because of that. So I had to move it to the next chapter. I’m sorry :(((

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Summary:  After an abrupt and a drastic turn of events, you find yourself, married to Kim Namjoon, a son of the CEO of Kim enterprises as the part of a political and business arrangement between your father’s company and the Kims throwing your quiet life, upside down.  

Genre: Angst, romance, slice of life, slow burn, fluff, Arranged marraige AU,Non Idol AU.

Rating: PG13

Word count: 3k

Warnings: None in this chapter

Chapter 2 - Chapter 4

It all started off with a misplaced roll of sheet music. Before this, you never really considered yourself as someone to blow up, out of irrational anger. To be honest, you never even considered yourself  to be an angry person. Sure, there were times you got angry. Really really angry. But more often than not, your anger always ended up spiraling into a fit of frustrated tears or simply into an act of withdrawal. You were never someone to yell and scream at others because of that. That was simply not you.

This was probably why the fight and your outburst took you by surprise. Technically, there shouldn’t have been a fight at all. Fights tend to happen where there was a presence of something. But, in a place where there’s an overwhelming sense of an absence, it wasn’t supposed to happen. It was about two weeks into your marriage and there weren’t many major changes in your life. That is if you count getting married and moving away to Seoul off from your list. You still woke up, ate, worked, slept and repeated the same process over and over again. 

It was all the same but suddenly it was not the same at all.

For the most part, you were used to living on your own. Your family was there, but then again, it was never home to you. Maybe except your siblings to a certain level. Growing up you’ve seen your parents fall apart. Become cold and distant to each other as years passed them by. They had given themselves away into the hands of money, fame and success even if it came at the cost of breaking their own family apart. At first because it couldn’t be helped, because they wanted to give you, their children better lives. And then because of greed. 

And this was what they enforced upon you as well. They always demanded for the best. Wanted their children to be at the top of the world. Anything other than that was looked down upon. Your happiness didn’t matter. But the eyes of the society did. Jimin being the oldest of you siblings, was the first victim to fall for their capitalistic and conventional mindset. He never had any choice other than to be the next successor of the parks. And he embraced that role as best as he could. He didn’t question it, probably didn’t see himself doing anything else other than taking over the company. Your second sibling, Jiyoo was a doctor, working at one of the most reputed hospitals in the city. Also now married to a man of equal importance. This leaves you out. The youngest of you all.

A needle in a haystack. 

The black sheep of the family.

Ever since you were a child, you never saw eye to eye with your parents and their narrow, rigid mindsets. Wherever they tried to suffocate you or limit you to a box, that was where you fought harder to break out of it. When they wanted you to pursue medicine or business or something along those lines, you turned your back to them and took up art. They didn’t say anything to that. But they also couldn’t hide how displeased they were with you. Sometimes to a point where they would leave you out of family mentions. All because they were embarrassed their youngest couldn’t be something they could be proud of or brag about. Jimin backed you up as much as he could. Taking your responsibility on his shoulders. To make sure you get to enjoy the things he didn’t.

But even then, the environment was simply too stifling and suffocating for you to continue living there. 

So once you turned 18, you took the opportunity and moved away from the stuffy environment that was your home. Found yourself a place near your university and continued to live there on your own. Doing your own thing, living your own life, the way you wanted it. And perhaps for a few moments there, you forgot everything about your life and connection with the parks. Except for Jimin who visited you every now and then. It was as if you fell off into a slumber, losing yourself in your dreams until everything came crashing over. A sliver of reality cut it’s way through the illusion you’ve created for yourself in the form of a forced marriage and just like that it all scattered over. The sad part probably was because you couldn’t even say no to it, couldn’t even fight it.

Now that being said, You honestly didn’t know what to expect when it came to living with Namjoon.

For the most part it was all fine. Namjoon was genuinely nice. He gave you a bedroom of your own. It was his home studio initially, but converted it into a bedroom just before you moved in. You thought that was a nice gesture. Giving you your own privacy. Your routine mostly hadn’t been interrupted, you could wake up whenever you wanted, sleep whenever you wanted, eat whenever you wanted. Didn’t have to worry about anything. It was nice. It was supposed to make you feel nice. But two weeks into the marriage, you had never been as miserable as you are now.

It had been two weeks since the marriage, two weeks since you moved in and attempted to fit your life alongside Kim Namjoon’s and two weeks since you even saw the ghost of that man or even spoken a word to him.

But that was okay. At Least that's what you told yourself. You’ve never even known each other before, nor had been any kind of friends before this. So you carried on without keeping any expectations from your side. You spent the first week after you moved in by unpacking your stuff and doing some basic cleaning around the house. Namjoon’s apartment, in contrast to the man himself, was a relatively neat little space. The living room was quite spacious, with clean, sleek furniture, lined up with bookshelves that were overflowing with various collections of books. It has a large open balcony facing the cityscape, with a good supply of fresh clean air circulating throughout the apartment. Your room was quite spacious too. It had a king sized bed in the middle, an array of cupboards to the side, a connected bathroom and some extra space to set up your laptop and painting equipment to the side. The only con perhaps was that Namjoon owned a lot of stuff. A hell lot of them. When he converted his home studio into a bedroom for you, he moved most of the stuff that was inside, out into the living room. So, there were things scattered everywhere in messy heaps. A lot of stuff haphazardly shoved around the place that it feels like the walls are closing in. 

So you spent most of your first week moving things around, shifting everything around into neat little piles. And organizing everything around the house bit by bit. It wasn’t because you were a clean freak but mostly because you had nothing better to do. You didn’t really have much of commission work coming in, and all your plans to further your education abroad were crashed and burned by the wedding. And when you find yourself unoccupied, your head goes into a spiral. All sorts of unwanted thoughts creep into your mind and send you into a frenzy. Sometimes though, a mere nothing like a sense of dread or extreme anxiety would slip it’s way into your system and whisper meaningless nothings into your ears. So you cleaned. Cleaned all you could to keep such thoughts and feelings away.

The only problem was the fact that you couldn’t ask Namjoon if it was even okay to clean all that stuff. Or if you can tidy it up and organize it down for him. He leaves before dawn and isn’t home until well past midnight or sometimes doesn’t come back at all. You vaguely wondered at times if he has someone. Not like you explicitly asked or even subtly talked about it before. Perhaps the only time you saw him was on a lone Friday night when he came home before you fell asleep. But left before you could even speak a word to him.

So in the end, you gave upon waiting for his permission and set about doing whatever you wanted to.

Your second week was pretty much the same. Except, now you don’t have anything to clean either. You spent a day or so trying to paint or aimlessly flicking through the TV. But once you found Namjoon’s and your faces plastered over every news outlet, you shut it down and almost threw the remote control out of the window in a fit of rage. You haven’t spoken to your family in almost a week. Jimin bombarded your phone with endless calls and text messages but you haven’t bothered to call him back nor even send out a reply. You were still too furious. Except him, well no one else really cared enough. Your sister maybe did send out a couple of concerned messages. There were some from your parents wishing you a goodluck. You scoffed at the messages. But at this point, they neither surprised you, nor did you actually care too much to do anything about it.

But it was frustrating. Your mind felt like it would blow into smithereens. With your already tense relationship with your parents, your uncertain career and now with a husband who’s dead set on avoiding you at all costs, you feel like you’re drowning. As if someone had cut off your oxygen supply, and left you to grapple for your breath. This was probably the point everything started going down for you.

You spent some more of your afternoon, lazing around on the couch in your bedroom. You long ago gave up on doing anything else. Nothing seemed to motivate you, so you threw yourself over the couch, sitting around in the same spot for an indistinguishable amount of time. And somewhere in between you drifted off into a haze of sleep. It was perhaps around half past six when you woke up. The sun had already set, it’s warm bronze light replaced by the moonlight that cast long shadows across the room. Somewhere in the creases of your mind you heard the distant shuffling of feet and the sounds of objects being moved around in the living room. You frowned, you weren’t expecting Namjoon to be home. Slowly rubbing your eyes, you made your way outside your door and down the hallway.

Namjoon was stumbling around the living room, his expression tense. He looked exactly like the way you remembered him when you first met him at the restaurant before the damned wedding. His appearance looked disheveled, he sported some heavy bags under his eyes and seemed frantic as he rummaged through all the piles of stuff that you cleaned up and organized into one of the cupboards in the living room. Everything was pulled out and scattered around everywhere. The scenario in front of you was a perfect picture of chaos. Quietly paddling down into the living room you stopped right near the coffee table. You stood there for a second contemplating what to do.

“Is everything okay?” You asked after a few minutes of silence, your voice a quiet whisper.

Namjoon didn’t look at you, instead he continued to dig around the papers.

You sighed to yourself, feeling a bit irritated all of a sudden. But you stayed quite watching the man in front of you grovel about the floor, continuing to look for whatever he was looking for. Somewhere amidst his quest he must have noticed you standing around the corner and he turned around to face you, feeling almost a little startled.

“Hey Y/n,” He greeted you, his lips tugging into a soft smile.

A flash of annoyance prickled at your skin for reasons unknown. But you swallowed it down your throat and shot a very clipped smile in his direction. 

“Sorry did I wake you?” He asked, as polite as ever. The smile still plastered over his face.

The annoyance crackled and popped as it gushed through your veins.

It had been almost two weeks since you last saw him. There wasn’t a moment in between when he just came in to check up on you nor had he spoken a word. You weren’t expecting him to be buddies with you. Nor were you expecting anything else. But just a word. Would it have hurt? Was it too much to ask? You probably shouldn’t be angry at this. You told yourself it didn’t bother you. You thought it wasn’t necessary. But despite all this, you underestimated how lonely it made you feel. Specially when you were so far away from the life you had been used to all these twenty three years of your life. 

You mentally sniggered to yourself. In your mind you knew that this is where you reply to him but currently your head was too preoccupied with trying to decide what exactly was the worst thing about this situation. 

“Sorry,” Namjoon giggled a bit awkwardly when you supplied him with silence. Never failing to drop his smile, “I noticed that you cleaned it all up. I’m sorry it’s all a mess again. I needed to find some sheet music I wrote up a few weeks ago and -”

This you decided. This was the most annoying thing. The fact that he was still so polite, despite avoiding you for two weeks, the fact that he was still trying to make conversation with you, even when you just stood there with no contribution of words or conversation from your side. The fact that you felt like you needed him to talk to you. The fact this whole thing made you feel helpless and irrational. It immediately pissed you off. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” You snapped, “Sorry that I touched your stuff without your permission.”

The words were out of your mouth before you could even stop them. For a moment, you both just stood there staring at each other. Eyes wide in shock. At least on your part. On Namjoon’s part it was much more of a confusion. It irked you even further. Maybe, Just maybe this outburst had been long overdue.

“Y/n I -”

“You weren’t there,” You continued, the irritation and vexation dripping off your tone, “You weren’t even around for me to ask you if it was okay to clean it up. It had been two weeks and you were never around. You should have asked me, you know? It would have been much easier. You could’ve gotten out of the door in less than a few minutes, saved you from spending more time in this house or around me.”

And from here on, everything went downhill. Everything and anything he had to say was met with hostility and the worst part was probably how he just stood there and took everything you had to unleash upon him with no arguments of his own. You yelled and screamed until eventually you ran out of steam.

“You weren’t there,” You kept repeating in the end. As if it was all that mattered to you,“You weren’t there”.

You’ve never ever felt so humiliated by yourself. You were frustrated, but did Namjoon deserve this? No, he didn’t. You wished he at least fought back, but instead all he gave you was a quiet apology which made you feel even worse. Hot tears blurred your vision and before Namjoon could reach out, you fled out of the door into the darkness.

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Vampire!Taehyun

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on the boardwalk- c.sg

pairing(s)- choi seungcheol x reader (ft. jeonghan, joshua, and johnny and taeyong of nct)

genre- fluff, college! au, PG

word count- 2.6k 

warnings- mentions of blood 

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when (y/n) woke up, she instantly felt anxious. she just finished her first year of college, and all she wanted to do was relax, at least just for a day. as soon as she arrived home, jeonghan called her and told her to pack her bags again. 

jeonghan, seungcheol, and joshua had made plans to go to the beach with (y/n), without her. she couldn’t be mad at them, however. they hadn’t talked to her for a short while, and all they really wanted to do was hang out with her again. 

she walked out onto the balcony of their hotel, which thankfully, had an amazing view of the sea. she tightened the complimentary silk robe they gave her, and wrapped her arms around herself. 

the glass door slid open. she turned around to see a half-awake seungcheol ambling towards her. 

“good morning” seungcheol mumbled. 

“mornin’.” she smiled. seungcheol’s face fell. 

“are you alright?” he said. (y/n) looked at him and laughed. she hesitated for a second before responding. 

“i dunno. you guys kinda sprang this on me. i haven’t seen my parents since… march? maybe april? i was hoping to spend at least a day with them before going out.” (y/n) shrugged. 

“i told them they should’ve waited! i said it wasn’t fair for you. they could’ve at least given you a day to settle back home.” seungcheol exclaimed. (y/n) laughed and put her hand on his shoulder.

“i’m not mad or anything. plus, this hotel is amazing. i don’t see how you guys could afford this.” seungcheol shrugged smugly. they both turned to the knock on the glass door. 

“do you guys wanna come with us to get breakfast? there’s a place only a block away.” joshua slid the door open to interrogate the two. 

(y/n) and seungcheol looked at eachother, then to joshua. they nodded in unison. joshua gave them a weird look and turned back around. 

seungcheol and (y/n) had been close ever since the day they met. they instantly clicked, like two puzzle pieces. the pair had been teased relentlessly by their friends, and jeonghan swore up and down to his grave that the two would grow old together, but (y/n) and seungcheol never discussed the topic of even having any types of feelings towards the other. of course, (y/n) had thought about it. however, she didn’t want to ruin her friendship with him. it didn’t seem that seungcheol was necessarily in the right spot for a relationship. he had only gotten out of one a couple months ago, which he got cheated on multiple times. (y/n) said a countless number of times that he didn’t like her before they had broken up, and when one of the boys would ask her why, she’d say she can just tell when someone is a bad person. she just didn’t want to admit that his girlfriend got to kiss him before she did. 

(y/n) found herself spacing out on their short walk to the restaurant. the boys were talking about topics that (y/n) didn’t necessarily know about, so she didn’t butt in to the conversation. 

when they sat down, (y/n) immediately asked, “who’s paying?” 

all three of them turned their attention towards her. their sudden attention caused a mini panic. “i can just pay for myself, though, if that’s needed. 

seungcheol waved his hand. “no, it’s fine! i can pay for the two of us. joshua and jeonghan can pay for themselves.” 

“what?!” jeonghan exclaimed. he slumped in his seat and started to groan. joshua started to laugh, and flicked his arm. 

“you’ll be fine, you big baby.” jeonghan looked even more hurt at joshua’s comment. 

the three boys continued to bicker, while (y/n) would stay quiet, with an occasional giggle or comment. 

they finished breakfast fast, since there weren't that many people there. the streets had started to get more crowded.

“should we spend the day at the beach? there’s an aquarium near here, but me and josh wanted to go on the boardwalk later tonight. oh! there’s also a zoo only a couple minutes from here.” jeonghan rambled. seungcheol looked down at (y/n). she caught his eye, and when she did, they started to laugh. 

“i hate zoos. there are always so many mosquitos, and it’s so freakin’ hot.” seungcheol shot down jeonghan’s suggestion. jeonghan mumbled something to himself. 

seungcheol and (y/n)’s hands brushed past each other multiple times. she wanted to grab onto his, but she wasn’t sure how. 

when they arrived back at the hotel, jeonghan repeated his suggestions. seungcheol walked out onto the balcony for a quick second, then came back in. 

“we might as well go to the beach. there aren’t a lot of people right now, so we could get a good spot.” he said. joshua agreed with him, and they all went to get their bathing suits. (y/n) changed in the bathroom.

as she got her top on, she realized that she couldn’t reach that far to tie it. she sighed, and kept trying, until someone knocked on the door. 

“are you ready?” seungcheol asked. (y/n) contemplated coming up with a lie, just so she wouldn’t have to have someone help her. she’d never really been in front of the boys in a bathing suit before. she could just stay here at the hotel, and say that she started her period and didn’t bring any tampons. 

“i can’t tie it.” (y/n) groaned. seungcheol chuckled, and asked if he could come in. when he did, she was already turned around, holding the strings up. seungcheol grabbed each string and tied it into a knot. 

(y/n) turned around. it was only for a split second; seungcheol couldn’t help but stare at her.

“you look really pretty.” he mumbled. (y/n) let out a breathy laugh and smiled at him.

“are you guys coming?!” joshua yelled. seungcheol grabbed her wrist and lead her out of the bathroom.

they decided to walk again, since the beach was literally right behind their hotel. as soon as they had set their stuff down, a group of four boys their age came up to them. 

“do you wanna play volleyball with us?” the tallest one asked. “we kinda figured it’d be boring with only two people on each team. i’m johnny, by the way.” 

before any of the four could say anything, jeonghan happily agreed. joshua and him walked off with johnny and his three friends, while seungcheol hesitated. 

“do you want to? i can stay with you here.” seungcheol asked. (y/n) frantically shook her head. 

“i wanna play.” she stated. 

they walked together to the net that had already been put up. it looked pretty old, and some of the strings that formed the net were broken. 

it wasn't long until they started to get extremely competitive. (y/n) relatively stood in the back, and only  went for the ball when it started to come in her direction. 

it was seungcheol’s turn to set the ball. as soon as he did, he walked over to (y/n). “if we win, i’ll buy you whatever you want when we go to the boardwalk tonight.”

(y/n)’s eyes brightened up, and she nodded. she walked closer to the net. 

as she did so, joshua’s arm flew down from spiking the ball, only to slam (y/n) right in her nose. the force from being hit knocked her down onto her butt. 

at the same time she hit the ground, she felt something drop onto her legs. a crimson-colored liquid continued to drop onto her legs and bathing suit, and then down to the sand. the boys hadn’t noticed until jeonghan tripped over (y/n).

“pinch your nose and lean forward, (y/n).” seungcheol demanded as he picked (y/n) up by her shoulders. “did someone hit you?” 

“joshua.” she replied. he turned around at the mention of his name.

“what? oh, shit.” joshua tried to take a step towards her, but seungcheol shot him a glare that made joshua happy that looks can’t kill. 

“i’m gonna take her back to the hotel.” johnny and his friends looked at eachother with confused looks on their faces. the one with pink hair, who they learned that his name was taeyong, told her that he hoped she’d be okay. 

seungcheol grabbed his towel and shook it out. he immediately pressed it to her nose. he slung his arm around her shoulder. 

“you don’t have to do that. i can hold it myself.” (y/n)’s voice was muffled by the towel. seungcheol didn’t respond. 

as soon as the hotel was in sight, seungcheol practically ran to the entrance. (y/n) could barely keep up, despite his arm being around her. 

“alright, (y/n).” he picked her up and set her on the bathroom counter. seungcheol grabbed one of the rags from the drawers. he replaced the towel he gave to her with the rag. 

“do you want a different pair of shorts? since your bathing suits all bloody.” he asked. (y/n) looked at him and started to laugh.

“you seem more upset than i am. you’re not even the one bleeding.” she said. seungcheol stared at her for a second with a confused look on his face, which soon turned into a flustered one. 

“y-you’re just my best friend, and i care about you a lot, you know? i don’t want you getting hurt.” seungcheol stammered. she pushed herself off the bathroom counter, and removed the rag to see how much she’d bled. it was less than what was on his towel, but it was still a concerning amount of blood. seungcheol tried to get her back onto the counter, but she waved him off. 

“i’m fine. i’ll just put ice on it and wait ‘till it stops bleeding. i played soccer when i was little, i think i’m used to this.” seungcheol debated on arguing with her. he sighed, and walked out of the bathroom. 

“cheol,” (y/n) called. he turned back around and cocked his head slightly to the side. “you can go back. i can take care of myself. you should go have fun.” (y/n) smiled. seungcheol stared at her for a second, and (y/n) could tell he was genuinely thinking about it. 

seungcheol’s gaze went frantic as he nodded, not exactly sure where to look. 

(y/n) leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, watching seungcheol as he walked out of the hotel room. 

the boys didn’t come back until about two hours later. (y/n) had taken a shower after seungcheol left. she figured her bathing suit was ruined, so she went ahead and threw it away.  

when they walked in, joshua immediately showered her with apologies. he took it as far as offering to buy her food for however long as she wanted, but (y/n) waved him off. 

“it’s fine. you didn’t break my nose or anything, i’m not mad.” (y/n) laughed. joshua opened his mouth to continue apologizing, but jeonghan interrupted. 

“do you think you’re alright to go on the boardwalk?” he asked. 

(y/n) glanced at seungcheol, silently reminding him of the deal he had made with her. “yeah, of course. it’s not like joshua broke my legs.” joshua started to apologize all over again. seungcheol, jeonghan, and (y/n) all rolled their eyes and groaned. 

the boys changed out of their bathing suits, and (y/n) changed into something more casual, instead of an oversized t-shirt. 

even though it was a little bit farther than the restaurant and the beach, they decided to walk to the boardwalk. 

when seungcheol noticed that (y/n) wasn’t really engaging in the boys’ conversation, seungcheol immediately started his own with (y/n). jeonghan and joshua noticed, and started to tease them. 

(y/n) figured there would be a ferris wheel, but she didn’t expect it to be that big. she tugged on seungcheol’s sleeve and pointed at it. 

“we have to go on it.” she demanded. joshua’s eyes widened, and he started to shake his head. 

“i’m terrified of heights. no.” joshua whimpered. jeonghan started to laugh. 

“and you called me a baby?” jeonghan scoffed. seungcheol and (y/n) giggled, while joshua sulked. 

“i’ll only go if i get to go with seungcheol.” joshua sighed. (y/n) let go of seungcheol’s sleeve and wrapped her arms around herself. jeonghan pinched joshua. he looked at jeonghan with a confused face, until he realized why jeonghan pinched him. 

“oh! actually, nevermind. i can go with jeonghan.” he said. (y/n) instantly felt her heartbeat speed up. she grabbed back onto seungcheol’s sleeve. 

they walked over to the line of the ferris wheel. 

“the line is so long.” (y/n) complained. 

“you’re the one who wanted to go on it.” joshua mocked. 

(y/n) glared at him. 

“they’re putting two people in a cart. if anything, there’s only twenty-ish people in front of us, so if you divide that by two, it’s really only ten. plus, they’re already putting people in carts, anyways.” seungcheol explained. (y/n) giggled. 

“what?” “you sound so smart.” she noticed how close they were to the front of the line. her heart beat started to speed up. seungcheol shrugged smugly. 

while jeonghan and joshua started to bicker, seungcheol effortlessly wrapped his arm around (y/n). she tensed at first, but quickly got used to it. (y/n) leaned into him. jeonghan and joshua noticed just as seungcheol and (y/n)’s cart was already being closed by the worker.

the ferris wheel started, then abruptly stopped as more people got on, and others took over their spots. seungcheol looked below him from the opening of the cart, and waved to jeonghan and joshua, who were in the cart underneath them. 

“joshua looks scared out of his mind.” seungcheol laughed. 

eventually, the ferris wheel started to continuously spin. when the ferris wheel finally stopped spinning to let people off, seungcheol and (y/n)’s spot was on the very top of the ferris wheel. 

(y/n) didn’t think she would get scared, she never had. but here she was, with the feeling that the cart might just fall off, and plumett the two to their deaths. 

“seungcheol, we’re going to die.” (y/n) whimpered. he let out a breathy laugh. 

“we’re fine. we’re only going to be up here for ike, ten more seconds.” seungcheol shrugged. 

(y/n) counted to ten in her head. when they hadn’t moved at all, she felt tears start to sting her eyes and panic really set in. 

“seungcheol, we aren’t moving.” she shuttered. 

“did you really count to ten?” he laughed.

“seungcheol! we’re stuck. we’re going to die up here.”

“(y/n)-”

“no, seungcheol. we’re literally going to-” seungcheol grabbed both of (y/n)’s wrists and gently pinned them to her side. before she was able to continue freaking out, seungcheol quickly pressed his lips to hers. as soon as their lips met, the cart moved. 

“we’re not gonna die, (y/n).” he breathed when he pulled away.

(y/n) looked dazed for a second. she swallowed, and then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. 

“joshua, look!” seungcheol and (y/n) pulled away from each other to see jeonghan peering down at them from their cart that was above them. joshua rushed over to see what jeonghan was pointing at, and he started to laugh. 

the carts jerked forward again, and joshua cowered back down into his seat. 

“would you be my girlfriend?” seungcheol blurted. (y/n) stared at him for a second, waiting for him to say that he was joking. when she realized he wasn’t, she smiled. 

“yeah!, yeah, cheol, of course.” she giggled. 

seungcheol smiled at her. (y/n) leaned into his side as he wrapped his arm around her, watching in silence as fireworks started to go off.

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Big Hit City’s Monthly Themes - August 2020

↳ Seungkwan of Seventeen | Rainy Days 

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23 | Jungkook’s Birthday Project [Masterlist]

In celebration of Jungkook’s birthday, GCN is hosting our very first project! In honor of our Golden Maknae turning 23, our project will be based on 23 Prompts and 23 AUs! 

Thank you to everyone who joined us!! We hope you had loads of fun writing for JK’s bday!!

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⤚ A Hero’s Journey by @hansolmates​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: Jungkook and Jisoo are the mightiest power couple. However, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. You realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story ⤜ genre: best friend’s boyfriend au, slice of life, angst, smut, graphic designer au, editor au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ EXPLORER by @1kook​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: Jungkook does not want to impress the frankly tyrannical ways of his planet on you. He just wants to stay here and keep your couch warm for you, hold your hair back when you wash your face in the morning. ⤜ genre: fluff, smut, strangers to friends to lovers, alien au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader 

⤚ Good Different by @prettyboongi​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: You and Jeon Jungkook have been best friends for as long as you could remember. Everyone knows you two as "The Gruesome Twosome" and you'd be so lost without your best guy. So imagine your shock when one day Jungkook suddenly confesses his true feelings for you and asks you to be his girlfriend! Surprised and anxious, you accept his feelings and agree to try out a relationship with Jungkook while wrestling your own conflicting feelings towards him. ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, friends 2 lovers au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Here Comes The Bride, All Dressed In Pride by @hansolmates​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend. ⤜ genre: fluff, crack, fake dating au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x reader

⤚ Into The Shadows by @mikroparadise​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: Late nights at the office were never really your thing. But when the new guy Jeon Jungkook asks you to stay late to help him with a personal project one evening, despite you barely knowing him from Adam, you can’t bring yourself to say no to him. Your first coffee break of the night proves to be horrifying, however, when you accidentally witness an event that you should have never been there to see. And now, you and Jungkook have to run like your lives depend on it. Because they do. ⤜ genre: angst, smut, mafia au, s2l au, mafia au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x reader

⤚ i wanna do (whatever you wanna do) by @joopiterjoon​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: Jungkook gets into trouble a lot, but that's okay because his three hyungs always forgive him. ⤜ genre: fluff, slice of life, mxm, poly au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x Rapline

⤚ Losing It by @yoonseoksoftie​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: there are many ways jungkook thought he’d lose his v-card. prom, at his debutant ball, at jin’s crazy house parties, during his first semester at college or maybe a one night stand. but never did he think it would be to you. ⤜ genre: fluff, smut, fuckgirl au, f22l au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x reader

⤚ Love Language by @ezralia-writes​​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: “Relationships grow better when we understand each other. Each love language is important and expresses love in its own way. Learning the way we feel loved and appreciated helps create a stronger bond in a relationship.” ~ The Five Love Languages Perhaps the reason two best friends retained unrequited crushes for each other all these years is simply because neither of you could understand the different ways you express your undying affections for one another. ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, f2l (idiots 2 lovers) ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Personal Galaxy by @baepsaesbae​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: You and your boyfriend, Jungkook, go on a stargazing date to celebrate your anniversary. ⤜ genre: smut, fluff, established relationship au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Prince of Darkness by @suqakoo​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: Your coven has protected the Prince of Darkness for centuries before you were even born. He was never supposed to wake without his mate, unless...she lives. ⤜ genre: smut, minor angst, romance, vampire au, witch au, soulmate au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Roseraie by @yeojaa​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: What you had - so brilliant and beautiful and bright it was almost impossible to look at head-on - was what was tearing you two apart.  It was your love that would be your demise. ⤜ genre: angst, soulmate au, hanahaki au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ 神奇 (Shénqí) by @heyitsmeee2​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: Lost in a magical forest is not what you expected. Neither was being stuck in a fairy village for the unforeseeable future. But you didn't mind it too much, especially when there was a sweet fairy willing to help you out. ⤜ genre: romance, fantasy au, fairy au, s2l-e2l-f2l au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (gender neutral) reader

⤚ Stupid Love by @daydreamindollie​ 

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: you want to be honest with him but saying you love him would be stupid; he wouldn't know love if it slapped him across the face ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, superhero au, best friends 2 lovers ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Sugar Pink by @dewykth​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: maybe asking his brother's best friend to teach him about sex was a stupid, impulsive decision. but jungkook has never been one for good plans. besides, it's not like it could get any worse than this right? ⤜ genre: romance, angst, smut, brother's best friend au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x reader

⤚ The Most Lonely Creature by @astraljoon​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: Playing with an old radio seemed silly, but you had nothing better to do. you didn't expect to come into contact with someone, or something, and they so happened to be on the other side of the cosmos. ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, smut, alien au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ There You Are by @joonkookiemonster​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: Everyone around him found their mates already and he is very anxious about his. Out of all scenarios he had imagined, it didn't cross his mind that his omega comes into his house as the shy fried chicken delivery girl, under his big pet dog. ⤜ genre: fluff, smut, werewolf au, a/b/o au, alpha au, omega au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x reader

⤚ (Un)welcomed Addition by @honeyj00ns​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: After a drunken one night stand with your neighbor, you have your reasons for wanting to forget it ever happened and never talk to him again. Unfortunately, Jungkook wins the award for the world’s worst neighbor so his 3 am wakeup calls and mail stealing have you banging at his door on an almost weekly basis. You just want to make it to the end of your lease so you can leave all the traces of the fuckboy next door behind...unless your feelings get in the way of course. ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, neighbors 2 lovers au, fuckboy au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Wherever You Are by @suhdays​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: It’s not that he was afraid, he was just unsure of how to connect to those so unlike him. It’s not that he was never in love before, he just never loved anyone quite like he loves you. In all of the decades that has passed since his turning to a vampire, Jeongguk wanted nothing more than to be with you. ⤜ genre: fluff, slight angst, vampire au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Your Eyes Tell by @pars-ley​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: When your best friend’s a prince and inherits the throne, he needs to find a wife to rule alongside him as Queen, you’re more than happy to help him choose an eligible bachelorette. But what happens when you, who only wants to marry for love, are forced to be one of the participants? Jungkook already knows he wants to choose you. He’s loved you for years but could he do that to his best friend; force a marriage of  convenience and a life of loyalty to the throne onto you, when he knows all you desire is love and romance? ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, royals au, arranged marriage au, unrequited love au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Zero to Hero by @btsxdoll​

⥼ read here ⥽

⤜ summary: Life hadn't been kind to Jungguk but that hadn't stopped him before, so why would it not? ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, romance, greek mythology au   ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

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MicroWave | 2

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (in future chapter)

Pairing: Agent!Yoongi x Reader (Agent au. Neighbor au)

Word Count: 5,7k

Rating: 18+ (M)

Warning: Y/N is followed by mysterious man, stalker. Yoongi is a fluffball, a protective kind-hearted neighbor. mention of ulterior motives. (let me know if there’s something I missed)

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | completed

Summary: Yoongi can’t help to worry about his neighbor. Not only that she almost burned the apartment down, she also trusts people too much, and yet she doesn’t want people to help her. She is just trouble written in bold and capital and he shouldn’t be acquainted with her. But yet, he makes it his mission to help her with all costs.

Series Masterlist: The Company

A/N: Finally after a long procrastination, I’ve finally finished this story. I wanted to make sure I finish it first or at least have a solid story, because what is plot and outline when you just can write it in any way you like? Shout out to my beta-reader and my forever supporter @arizonapoppy​! thank you for always listen to my story and take care of me. Love you!

Go check the other series because *sst... It’s all connected!

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It’s ten past eleven in the evening when you set foot on your apartment floor. You don’t usually come home this late, but because you need more money, you took another part-time job in a sandwich shop. It sums up why your week is so busy, college until four, tutoring high school students until seven, part-time job until eleven, and that’s only weekdays. On weekends your schedule is tighter as you hop from a shift at one store to another store, and sometimes you can come home at dawn.

You’re lying if you say those jobs don’t make you tired.

It’s killing you.

But it’s not that you can bargain. You need money.

You look at a plastic bag in your right hand. You decided that since Yoongi helped you with your key situation, you want to give him something. And because you have no time to buy anything, you decided to give him some sandwiches from your store, ignoring the fact that you also got an employee discount for them.

You ring his bell immediately after you arrive in front of his door, hoping that he hasn't fallen asleep yet. And with just a few rings, Yoongi opens the door.

“Y/N, did you just come home this late?” he asks with a creased forehead. He looks fine in (once again) a black sweater. His hair is wet and there’s a towel hanging on his shoulder.

“Yes, it’ll maybe just be this way for a few months, before I’m busy at university again.” You giggle and reach out your hand to give him the plastic bag. “I’m bringing you sandwiches as a thank you.”

Yoongi sighs and smiles. “You don’t really need to. I just-” His smile vanishes suddenly and you can see his jaw clench. He grabs your arms and pulls you inside his apartment and immediately closes the door.

You are caged between him and the door as he hovers over you. You gulp nervously with his sudden action and his proximity. “Yoon-”

“Ssh.” He hushes you with a held-up finger as he peers through the hole on the door.

“Wh-what is it?” you whisper confusedly.

He pulls away from the door and drags you to the living room. “There’s a man following you.”

Your eyes widen. “Wh-what? Who?” Your throat immediately dries out, in contrast with your clammy hands. You didn’t sense anything or anyone in your walk home, and you’ve never been followed before. Is it a robber?

“Just wait here for a minute. I’m gonna check on him.” Yoongi grabs one of his trash bags and walks outside, ignoring the way you reach for his hand.

You follow him to the door, wanting to check it for a moment. But you walk back to the living room, after you become terrified to find someone you know lurking in the hallway. You pace back and forth with uneasy feelings as you bite your nails nervously.

And after a few minutes, Yoongi comes back and you rush immediately to him. “Ho-How is it?”

He smiles softly and pats your shoulder. “I found him wandering in the hall so I challenged him. And then he just ran away without giving me any answer. So he’s gone for now. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You smile weakly and your knees weaken. You plop down to the floor and take a deep breath to control yourself. “Are you sure he’s following me? Maybe it’s just a mistake.” Still, even if you’re terrified, you shouldn’t accuse someone just because he walked behind you.

“I’m not really sure, but he does seem suspicious,” Yoongi replies and holds onto your arms to help you stand again. He guides you to sit on the couch and walks to the kitchen. He’s back with a glass of water, which you accept gratefully. He sits beside you and looks at you worriedly. “You don’t notice anything?”

You shake your head weakly. “What should I do?”

“We need to check if this man really followed you, and after that we can report it to the police.” He reaches for one of your hands and pats it lightly. “Don’t be afraid. I might be wrong too.”

“But what if he follows me again tomorrow?” You look back at him with teary eyes.

Yoongi releases your hand and looks at the plastic bag you brought earlier. “It’s perfect timing. I haven’t had dinner. You should eat it too, it’s too much for me anyway.” He grabs a wrap of sandwich and opens it, then offers it to you.

“Yoon,” you plead. This isn’t the time to have dinner. You almost peed yourself before and you’re sure you can’t go to sleep like this.

He again pushes the sandwich to you, forcing you to take it. “Just eat it first.”

You sigh. Sure you can’t rely on him that much. But isn’t this just rude and heartless to ignore your question? You bite into the sandwich emotionless, a part of you disappointed with him, but another part telling you that you’re just his neighbor. But you can’t avoid tears that threaten to fall from the corners of your eyes.

“Just call me if you see him,” he says lightly as he takes a bite of his sandwich. “No, actually call me when you get off work.”

You look at him with disbelief. Your heart beats fast and you can even hear it thumping through your ears. What did he say?

“You work in the sandwich shop in the main street, right? I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

“Yes.. but why?”

He turns his head to face you. He tilts in confusion. “I thought you’re afraid to walk home alone?”

“I do, but why are you helping me again?”

He stands and ruffles your hair. “Why are you keep asking that question? We’re neighbors right?” He then grabs another wrap of sandwiches and looks at you. “Seriously, you gave me too many sandwiches. Just take this one home with you.”

You look at him with your jaw slightly drop as you receive the sandwich mindlessly.

“Let me walk you home.”

You shake your head, afraid that you’d bother him again. “It’s okay, it’s just a few doors down anyway.”

Yoongi laughs, showing you his pink gums, and you’re sure that it’s the cutest laugh you’ve ever heard in your whole life. “I know, dummy. I need to teach you about the door, remember?”

“Ah. right.” You smile sheepishly. “Or you can just text me the code?”

“Why do you need to write the code? What if someone steals your phone and sees the code?” He folds his arms and looks at you weirdly. “It’s like you write your ATM pin and attach it on your ATM card, isn’t it? Who does that?”

You laugh weirdly and diverts your eyes from his gaze, remembering the piece of paper you with numbers on it that you put with your cards in your wallet. “Haha, yes. That’s totally true.”

Yoongi’s jaw drops and he frowns in concern. “Oh my God. You did it, didn’t you?” He shakes his head in exasperation. “How did you even survive for three years? Is it pure luck?” he mumbles as he walks to the door.

You pout and follow after him, holding your sandwich tightly in your hand. “I heard that!”

“Well, I said it just so you could hear it.” He chuckles and holds the door open for you. “Come on, we have some training to do.”

That night, Yoongi’s eyes and fingers are moving fast in front of his computer, and no, it’s not about The Company.

Tonight, it’s about his neighbor.

His neighbor who somehow always gets on his nerves, and not in a bad way. Or is it?

He’s never met a woman this naive and clumsy like you. Well, he doesn’t really know if naive will do justice to you because sometimes he feels that you’re a little dumb. Sure, he knows that you’re not that dumb dumb, you’re a scholarship student for godsakes. But after a series of encounters with you, he doesn’t even know anymore.

The only thing he knows is that you need to be protected at all costs.

And yes, he will volunteer at a heartbeat.

So, here he is. Hacking into the government’s CCTV recordings to investigate the man in the hallway from before. He’s absolutely sure that the man was following you-- call it an instinct-- but he didn’t want to tell you that since it’ll make you even more afraid. He would tell you if he’s sure and he has enough evidence so you can report it to the police. That was the main goal.

But the universe was doing a strange thing earlier, when somehow he blurted out that he’ll pick you up from work.

It was a little unpredictable even for himself.

He doesn’t usually behave like this.

It’s like, ever since the first time he met you, you sneaked into his head like a computer virus, making him do something he doesn’t usually do.

Why?

His eyes attached to the screen as he searches for you in the footage in front of the Sandwich Shop. And at five to eleven o’clock, he sees you leaving the shop. You walked cheerfully with earphones attached to your ears and backpack on your back, not knowing or caring about the surroundings around you. It’s like you’re in your own world. And watching you almost slip into a puddle, plasters a smile on Yoongi’s face.

But the smile immediately vanishes when his eyes catch a black-hoodied man walking behind you from the corner of the street, like he’s waiting for you. Yoongi can’t see his face, but he wore the same clothes as the man he confronted a few hours ago. He watches silently as the man follows you to the apartment.

It’s weird.

And it sends shivers to Yoongi’s spine.

He can’t see his face, but the only thing he knows is that man is up to something bad. And he won’t let it happen.

“Really, Y/N? Don’t you already have too many jobs?” Rosé asks as she sweeps the floor. It’s Thursday at ten thirty PM, and you’re busy cleaning the shop after hours. She turns her face to you and ties her pink hair up in a ponytail, as she continues, “You’re gonna die of fatigue.”

You giggle. “I’m used to it. And I can’t stop looking for a job with more money, can I?” You turn the last chair upside down and put it on the table. “Just tell me if you know some job openings.”

She puts the broom in the corner and pouts. “And let you leave me in this depressing shop alone? I don’t think so.” She unties her apron and walks to the back of the shop with you following behind her.

You hang your apron on the wall beside the locker and reach for her apron to do the same. You open your locker, letting the rust smell creep into your nose as you grab your backpack. “Just move with me then.” You look yourself in the mirror on the back of the door before you close it tightly. You fish your phone from your pocket, looking at the screen as you walk to the front.

Rosé rolls her eyes, “Yeah right. Like my mom would let me.” She paces faster over to the cashier, “Mom, should I head home first?”

Rosé’s mom stops counting the money and grumbles. “Why did you disturb me? Now I’ve lost count!”

You laugh at their good-natured bickering. “Well, I should head home, then. Thank you, Mrs. Park. See you tomorrow, Ros!” You wave quickly and head outside. You stand in front of the shop, looking again at your phone screen.

Should I call him?

Won’t it bother him?

“I thought you'd call me.” A familiar voice jolts you from your own thoughts. A little smile pastes on your lips as you look at the origin of the voice.

You walk faster towards him. “Why are you doing here, Yoongi?” You can’t hide the little happiness you felt when you saw him. It’s like he’s been away for so long and you finally met him again. And the fact that you saw him last night, doesn’t change how you miss him.

Well, not that you miss him. You’re just relieved to see him again.

“I’m picking you up, just like I promised.” He leans casually on a blue SUV. Just by standing and smiling before you, he makes your heart race. You can’t deny that he looks good in suits, since you usually see him in a sweater. And the way he just loosens his tie slowly is simply breathtaking. He looks different, in a good-- sexy --way.

“Ah right, thanks.” You immediately look at your clothes. You’re like the opposite of him, hoodie-jeans-and-running shoes. Not that they’re bad. Sure, they’re all worn out, but still you feel like an under-dressed sore thumb, standing beside him.

He opens the passenger door for you. “I just took off from work, if you’re asking. This is my work uniform.”

You cough awkwardly as you slip inside the car. “You look nice.”

He enters the driver seat just seconds after and buckles his seatbelt. “Seatbelt, please,” he says softly and turns to you, “or do you want me to put it on for you?”

“I can do it by myself, thank you very much.” You feel heat rushing to your cheeks. “Stop teasing me.”

He laughs and starts the car and drives away. His eyes sneak a glance or two at you and to his rearview mirror. “Have you eaten?”

“I literally work in a restaurant.” You roll your eyes.

“So? Just answer the question.”

You sigh, “No, I haven’t. It was a busy day at work.”

He laughs again, and you believe that it actually becomes one of your favorite sounds. And you’re absolutely sure you’re gonna record it someday. “Let’s have dinner then. What do you want to eat?”

“Hmm. I never eat out…”

He steps on the brake just when the traffic light turns red and turns to you. “What? Like never never?”

You laugh awkwardly and look outside the window. “It’s a little pathetic, isn’t it? I only eat at home.”

He drives again and looks at the street. “Eating premade food at home..”

“Hey! It’s cheap and plenty easy. I’m just too busy, you know.”

“Sure,” he scoffs. “Gukbap? My treat.”

Your eyes widen and look at his pale face. “I don’t need your pity. I’m fine eating at home,” you hiss.

“That’s not what I meant. Sorry.” He sighs. “But I never pity you. It’s just I’m older and a man, it’s a common courtesy. If you don’t want to, that’s okay. We can go home.”

You bite your lips and fiddle with your hands. “Sorry, I don’t mean it like that. It’s just you’ve been too much help for me these days. I just-”

“I understand. You don’t need to feel bad about it. I’m sorry.”

The car again stops at the traffic light. The space is filled with an awkward silence. What a way to thank your savior, Y/N. It’s not that you're mad at him. You’re thankful, a lot. But it’s not the first time you received this type of kindness. It’s either out of pity, or the one who gave it wants something for you. And you don’t know which category Yoongi belongs to.

“Do you want to sleep with me?” you blurt.

Again he steps on the brake harshly, and luckily there are no cars behind you. “What the hell are you talking about?” His jaw dropped. He looked flabbergasted.

You clear your throat and continue, still avoiding his eyes. “Do you?”

Yoongi sighs and you see his cheeks redden under the streetlight. “It’s not that I don’t want to. You’re a beautiful woman. But seriously, what are you talking about?”

Your heart skips a beat with his praise, but you shake your head to knock it from your head. “In the past, I discovered that people wanted to help me because they have some ill-intended purposes..”

He blinks his eyes several times and continues his driving. “Well, that might be true. I didn’t expect you’d have some thoughts like that.” He looks at his rearview mirror one more time and then takes a U-turn suddenly, which makes you look at him quizzically. “But seriously, I just want to help you and get to know you better.”

“Where are we going?”

“Gukbap place. You drained my energy, I need to eat something.” Before you even protest, he continues, “It’s just one dinner, okay?”

You fold your arms and sigh. “Are there any noodles?”

He lets out a small laugh. “You are unbelievable, did you know that? Just try the Gukbap, it’s the tastiest one there.” You nod and look outside, resting your temple on the window in silence.

And Yoongi just can’t help but feel that the sight warms his heart. He wants to reach his hand to ruffle your hair again but he holds it back. Yet, he can’t hold the smile that keeps appearing on his face.

You’re confusing. He’s sure now that you’re not as naive as he thought before, and he doesn’t even want to call you dumb. But one thing that he does know..

That he needs to lose the man who is trailing behind  both of you.

One dinner then turns into two, and seven, and somehow you and Yoongi have dinner together for a month. He always has the way to make you agree to have dinner with him and he always skillfully pays it first. The last part always makes you pout on the way home and it always disappears every time he casually pats your head or holds your waist when you lose your balance on the stairs, replaced with blushes on your cheeks.

And each time you spend with him, your feelings for him grow. He becomes the highlight of your day, the cherry on the top of your sundae, your shelter when you’re rained on. He is one of your closest friends.

So after days of waiting for you outside the shop, he waits inside these days. Rosé and Rosé’s mom happily accept him, since he is not just sitting around. Yoongi always finds a way to help Rosé’s mom, either with her point-of-sale machine, or her phone, or just listening to her stories. And Rosé? She always teases the both of you. She flirts at him at first, but after getting to know him, she stops. Maybe she finds a thing or two when she looks the way you and Yoongi look at each other.

“So I just tap this button and they’ll deliver my food?” Mrs. Park corrects her glasses and looks closely at her phone.

“Yes, you can just input your credit card numbers here or just pay for it when they deliver it,” Yoongi explains as he points to the screen.

Mrs. Park nods and smiles. “I understand it now. You make a good teacher, Yoongi. Rosé would never teach me this.”

“I heard that!” Rosé emerges from the back and rolls her eyes. “I taught her so many times but she never understands! It’s not my fault that she’s a bad student! Back me up here, Y/N!”

“I’m not joining your feud, Rosé. You are my best friend, but she is the one who pays me, so...” You shrug, gaining laughter from Yoongi.

“See? She is not patient at all!” Mrs. Park shakes her head.

The bickering with Rosé and her mom continues, but you don’t even pay any attention to them, as your eyes fall on Yoongi. He wears a brown coat with a hoodie inside, not his usual work attire. His hair is wet, maybe because he got caught in the rain as he arrived at the shop. “I thought you were coming from work,” you say as you turn the chairs.

He rises from his seat and follows you. “I did. It's a casual Friday. What do you want to eat tonight?”

“I’m fine with anything.” Your hand stops and you turn to face him. “But at least I’ll pay for tonight?”

Yoongi folds his arms. “Hmm. Nope.”

You pout. “Come on. I saved so much money because you paid for the dinners before. Let me pay, please?”

He smiles and pats your head. “Let’s see later.”

“Okay lovebirds let’s go home,” Rosé calls from the door. “I need to close the door.”

Yoongi puts up the last chair and pushes you out the door, ignoring the fact that your cheeks reddened. And you mentally take a note to kick her ass. Can she be a little more explicit about it?

Rosé walks to your side and lets Yoongi help her mom closing the shop. “Sorry to disturb you two. I promise I’ll let you borrow the shop next time,” she whispers and winks.

You hit her shoulder lightly. “Can you stop it?”

“Oh right, that reminds me. I got a job for you.” She drags you to the side, knowing the fact that you don’t want Yoongi to know about another job you’d take. “My friend’s brother wants someone to deliver a package to his downtown office. Apparently the last time they used a courier the packages were somehow broken. The package is antique and pricey, so they want someone they can trust. He wanted me at first, but I have class that day. You’re free on Wednesday, right?”

“I think I am.” You raise one of your eyebrows. “It isn’t something weird, right?”

“I don’t think so. I searched the store, and it is really just an antique store owned by an old man. And he doesn’t do deliveries, only pick up. But my friend’s brother doesn’t have time to pick it that day. The pay is good for just that simple job; he looks desperate.”

You nod. “Fine if you’d say so. Just text me the details later.”

“Done, come on let’s go home!” Mrs. Park opens her umbrella and runs to the street. “See you kids!”

“Mom, wait for me! I’ll text you, Y/N! See you around, Yoongi!” Rosé waves and runs after her mom leaving you and Yoongi alone in front of the shop.

You remove your backpack and put it over your head, ready to run in the rain. “So where did you park your car?”

He pulls you from the street. “It’s a little far from here. I’ll get my car.” He puts up his hoodie and zips his coat.

But before he steps out, you stop him. “Why? We should just run together. It’s just a little rain.”

“That little rain is gonna make you sick afterwards.”

You squint your eyes and move closer to him. “But isn’t it more romantic? And why do you think you won’t get sick?”

He laughs and tucks your hair behind your ear. “There’s nothing romantic about it. It’s just plain stupid. And I’m just stronger than you.”

“It’s just more efficient!” you pout. “And you’re just older and taller.”

He takes a deep breath and looks at the street. “I’m just being nice here! Just stop stopping me from taking care of you.”

You can’t help the corners of your mouth twitching and you at least hide it by biting your lips. “Fine.” You step a little closer to him, your chests almost touching. “If you keep doing this, you’ll have a difficult task to lose me afterwards! I’ll stick on you like a troublesome gum under your shoes, or worse, I’ll bug you whenever I want. Do you really want that?”

Yoongi looks down to find your face is just inches away from touching. He gulps awkwardly, never having been so close with you like this before. He enjoys it, with you just a few breaths away from him. How he can count the lashes of your eyelids and how he can see his reflection on your eyes. He enjoys it so much, to the point that he wants to remove any distance as his eyes carefully focus on your pale pink lips.

But he gains his composure, still not wanting to back away from you but keeping his distance. He pinches the tip of your nose softly and smiles, displaying his pink gums to you. “I don’t think I’d want to lose you anyway. I’ll let you stick on me happily and I’ll even give you a name, little bug.”

You gasp and back away from him, jaw dropped and clench your chest, acting hurt “Like a pet?” you ask jokingly.

He laughs and squishes your cheeks. “Just wait for a minute okay?” He runs into the rain, ignoring how you call for him.

You wonder why every time you speak with him, you always lose. Not that it isn’t a bad thing. Like when you put a lot of chilies into spicy noodles and he warned you. Maybe it’s the first time you won an argument with him, even though it was barely an argument. It’s just you being so stubborn and he's just as concerned with you. He let you do what you wanted and as a result you couldn’t even finish half your noodles. He even had to run to a store to buy milk just so you could tone down the spiciness. After that, you were sure that Yoongi knows the future or maybe you’re just plainly stupid.

Therefore, you always do what he says. But that doesn’t mean you will stop disagreeing with him. You do enjoy every little bickering you have with Yoongi and somehow he lets you too. You know that he does all of those things because he genuinely cares for you. Well, at least it’s your own instincts. Both of you never speak about it out in the open.

But you notice how his eyes are drawn to your lips and you see his dilated pupils up close. You’ve never been so sure before: you do have an attraction to each other and the chemistry just falls into place.

But that doesn’t mean you want to let him pay for your dinner.

Tonight, you’ll make sure that you pay faster than him.

“Y/N?” a hoarse voice breaks into your thoughts.

The rain is still falling, raining even harder than before, clouding the surroundings and makes it harder to see who’s calling out to you. You can only see a black silhouette from the corner of your eyes as he moves closer to where you stand. The man stands before you, drenched from head to toe. You just look at him weirdly. A thought sneaks into your mind that maybe the man wasn’t calling you and you’re just hallucinating, and the man is maybe only staying out of the rain, waiting for it to stop.

But the man keeps staring at you even though you turn to look at the street. “How are you?” His voice is sharper than the harsh rain, sending shivers through your spine, not because of his tone, but because you know the owner of the voice. Your eyes widen and you step back unconsciously. Your hands tremble and the backpack falls from your hand.

The man laughs cynically. “So you do still remember me.” He steps forwards slowly. “I still think about you, you know.”

He reaches out his hand to touch your cheek and you freeze, not knowing what to do. And he realizes it too, as he grins bigger and his steps grow more confident.

Tears threaten to fall from the corner of your eyes, clouding your vision. You want to yell but every time you open your mouth you can’t find any voice coming out. You feel weak and disgusted with the way his calloused fingers touch you.

Suddenly a hand swats his arms away from you, and a figure stands in front of you. “Who the fuck are you?” You feel a huge rush of relief filling you as you realize the newcomer is Yoongi. His eyes glare at your stalker, looking ready to ambush him. Yoongi steps slowly closer to the man, his hands balled into fists. “I said, Who the fuck are you and what are you doing touching my woman with those filthy hands?”

But the man doesn’t answer, he just hisses and then runs from your sight.

Usually, as an agent, Yoongi will run after suspects and capture them. He would send the man to the police so that he’ll be processed by law and won’t bother you anymore. Usually he won’t stop until he’s sure that the man is in jail.

But he isn’t an agent right now.

He is just Min Yoongi.

He’s just a man whose heart aches when he sees your pale face before him. He’s just a man who doesn’t want to leave your side just so he can catch some criminals.

He’s just a man who immediately pulls you into his chest to hold you and let you know that you’re safe with him now.

“It’s okay now.” He strokes your back as your tears finally fall. “I’m sorry I left you alone. I’m sorry.” He repeats each sentence in a soothing tone, hoping they’ll turn into a spell that will stop your tears and your shaking body.

You sob in silence as his warmth envelops you. He holds you close to his heart and you can feel it calming you down. You gather all of your strength to open your mouth and to let out two words that you mean with all your heart. “Thank you.”

Your voice sounds weaker than ever, he notices. He cups your face gently, lifting it so he can see you clearly. Your crying has stopped, and he uses his thumb to brush the tears away. With every touch he makes, he wants you to forget what happened, he wants you to just look at him and only him.

“Can we go home now?” you ask softly; your voice cracks.

His eyebrows crease in worry. He pulls you into another hug, to brush his lips on the top of your head, so light that you don’t even notice it. “Of course, little bug. Let’s go home.”

It’s not the first time you let Yoongi come into your studio apartment. He sometimes brings over some food, wanting you to eat with him when you have no energy left to eat out. He grumbled at first, surveying your small room, compared to his two-bedroom apartment. You didn’t want him to be uncomfortable, so you suggested that both of you should just go to his room, but he somehow made himself at home by jumping on your bed and reading any books you left on your nightstand. And you just can’t stop him. Not when he was trying his best to force you to eat some food.

But tonight is different. You’re emotionally drained and Yoongi noticed it too since you don’t have any energy left to protest. So he forces you to take a warm bath. As soon as the door shuts behind you, he looks for something to eat in your small kitchen , only to find that all you have are some packs of instant noodles. He doesn’t want you to eat such unhealthy food this late, but at least you’d eat something and it’s better than nothing.

“I’m fine, Yoongi.” you smile weakly, as you finish the broth 30 minutes later.

He pushes you over to the bed after eating. “I know, but I also know that you need plenty of rest.”

“I’ll be fat if I sleep after I eat,” you gripe, but still you snuggle into your bed, moving your body to find a comfortable position.

“I don’t mind. I’ll still accept you,” he says softly as he pulls your blanket to cover you up.

You look at him with a hope in your eyes as you reach your hand to hold his hand, “can you please stay with me? At least until I am asleep?”

Yoongi actually wasn’t on casual Friday. He had been on a mission, and he’s actually pretty tired. All he wanted was just some sleep and maybe some whiskey before that to take the edge off. But with your small hand wrapped in his, his heart thumps, and he doesn’t even care about anything except you. “Sure.”

And so he’s there, sitting on the floor, your lumpy second-hand orange area rug cutting into his legs, watching you as you fall asleep, watching as your breaths even out and your grip in his hand weakens. He carefully removes your hand from his and tucks it inside your blanket. He should close the curtains so your room is darker, but the way the moon shines brightly and accentuates every part of your face just makes him crazy for you. And knowing that bastard was there to touch your beautiful face only angers him even more.

He knows the man. It’s the same stalker who followed you a month ago in the store. It’s the one whom you described as an obsessive ex-boyfriend. But actually, he doesn’t feel like it. Yoongi thinks that the man is way more complicated than an ex-boyfriend who wants to get back together. Call it an instinct.

He needs to know more about it so he can protect you. It’s the only thing he wants: to keep you safe at all costs.

He knows that you’ve finally accepted his help for small things but at the same time he also notices that there’s still an invisible wall between the two of you, whether you know it or not. A wall that prevents him from helping you any further, a wall that conceals all of your problems away from others, keeping them for yourself. He knows that you do it because you are an independent woman, even though by doing so you’re worrisome, and he loves that trait in you. But he wants you to understand that it’s okay to ask help from people and he’ll be there when you need it.

He tucks your hair away from your peaceful face and sighs. If only you looked like this every time I see you. I don’t want anything anymore. He leans in and kisses your forehead softly, afraid of waking you up.

Maybe it’s just a matter of time until you finally fully open your heart to him. Maybe it’s just a matter of time when you can lean on him completely.

If only you’d let me

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