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jjkeverlast · 2 years

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true love | N° 3

➵ genre our beloved summer au, exes to lovers, romantic comedy

➵ summary in which you're face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.

➵ word count 2.6k

➵ warnings use of flashback scenes, swearing, alcohol consumption, angst if you squint!

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– YEAR 2012 –

‘’Can’t believe Su-jin got a girlfriend now.’’ Taehyung lets out a puff of air as he collapses on the couch, sitting close next to you.

You immediately understand why Taehyung texted you saying it was an ‘emergency’. By the looks on Taehyung’s face he wasn’t fazed by his brother finally finding a partner. As his friend or more likely neighbor, it was your job to cheer him up.

‘’It’s not the end of the world Tae, you’ll find someone yourself!’’ Encouragement. That’s what mostly worked for Taehyung, but seeing his frown grow meant utter failure. You were still young, sixteen to be exact. There was absolutely no rush in finding ‘the love of your life’, but Taehyung always had such a drive into finding ‘the one’.

‘’Will I ever find someone?’’ He turns towards you, regret filling his expression.

‘’You will.’’ You grab his hand, caressing his knuckles and for a moment it’s silent between you. Taehyung’s eyes never leave yours and you realize how intimate your action towards him is. Which explains why you slowly remove your hand only for Taehyung to grab it, holding it a bit tighter.

‘’Y/N, I–’’ He starts off but is interrupted by Su-jin shouting from his bedroom. He excuses himself and your heart is beating rapidly. Why did his hand feel so warm against yours?

Not long after, Su-jin decides to invite his so-called girlfriend Chloe and you for dinner. The Kims were almost never home, always having multiple business trips and rarely dropping home for more than a day. It was sad, even though Taehyung never told you how he felt about barely seeing his parents, it affected him. You could see it whenever you two would walk home from school, parents holding their child in the hand and Taehyung would look down onto the pavement as if it were never there. Your parents took Taehyung and Su-jin as their own and that sparked a beautiful friendship between Taehyung and you.

Chloe was kind, her confidence sparked through the dining table and you found yourself admiring her and hoping you’d become like her when older. Taehyung slowly warmed up to her and a small smile was found on his face, showing he’s genuinely happy for his brother.

Later that evening you all found yourself diving in the backyard pool. Although, Su-jin and Chloe were quick to ditch you, as things between them heated up in the pool. So they took things further in Su-jin's bedroom.

It left you alone with Tae, both of you leaning against the wall in the jacuzzi, right next to the pool. It was calm between you, the light splashes from the water being the only sound heard, as you moved your arms back and forth slowly. You don’t really know where the sudden heat that creeped up on your cheeks came from. Normally you were never timid or gentle with Taehyung. He knew you for you but something in the atmosphere changed when you both sat on that couch, hands holding each other for comfort.

The silence breaks out when you hear a light giggle coming from Su-jin’s room, making you both look at each other and laugh in sync.

‘’Y/N? Can I ask you something?’’ You shift in your position, eyes now on Taehyung that looks down on his hands beneath the pool water. ‘’Sure.’’ When Taehyung looks up at you, your heart starts to increase its heartbeat and you bite your lip trying to calm yourself from whatever you were feeling.

‘’Did you feel it too?’’

‘’Feel it too?’�� You parrot, being in doubt of what exactly he was referring to.

‘’When we held hands, did you feel it?’’ He looks away, fidgeting with his fingers, a habit he does when he’s nervous. Did he feel the warmth too? The heat growing in your body? Did Taehyung feel as much as you did?

‘’I did.’’ You say in a whisper, being scared of the outcome of admitting that something in you was affected by Taehyung’s hand in yours. He doesn’t respond to your confirmation, only moves closer to you, both of your shoulders brushing against each other.

A big part of you wants to hold his hand again, feel the warmth that his hand gave you when they held tight. Slowly, you take your hand and intertwine it with his. Taehyung’s breathing stops for a minute, not believing you’ve taken your hand back in his. It pushes Taehyung to do something he’s always wanted to do, but never felt as if he had the chance to.

‘’Y/N, tell me to stop.’’ He squeezes your hand and moves closer to your face. You know what’s coming – and you don’t want Taehyung to stop. You close your eyes, waiting for his lips to touch yours. When Taehyung notices you close your eyes, he knows you want it too. Su-jin gave Taehyung advice about kissing when he shyly asked him how to do it, which resulted in Taehyung using hours to practice on his hand in secret. Now it’s not his hand, but your soft lips. He’s nervous, he’s afraid he’ll mess up his first kiss with you. All fears vanish when his lips land on yours, he can taste the chloride on your lips but he doesn’t mind.

After a simple peck, Taehyung moves away with his famous boxy smile on full display. You think it’s kind that Taehyung just gave you a peck, as it was your first kiss and his as well. But you want more, you want to try to kiss him for a little longer which is why you give in again, letting your lips move with his.

‘’Mr. Lee is looking for you both.’’ You gulp the forming clump in your throat, trying your best to remain calm after your eyes caught the sight of Jules having her lips rest on Taehyung’s.

You don’t let them respond, letting the door fall shut on them and walking rapidly back to the main room. You keep telling yourself to calm down, because then again you can’t possibly be angry at Jules and Taehyung kissing. Which only infuriates you more that you are affected by it. You want to leave badly, leave this shitty work event and never lay your eyes on Taehyung. You felt ridiculous. For a moment you hoped the Taehyung you fell in love with was still here, seeing his eyes up close gave you a glimpse of hope. But you were wrong. He’s moved on for good, you two will most definitely never date again and you’ll make sure of it.

You step out of the building, jacket wrapped tightly around you to keep you warm. You want to go home, cuddle with Samba and binge watch all k-dramas. This is how you often dealt with the breakup with Taehyung. Distract, distract and distract.

The night in Seoul is calming, the cars are passing by and your heart is still beating fast. You got too close, you promised yourself to never get too close to him again after he left with barely a word other than, ‘I’m breaking up with you.’ Till this day, no matter how angry you are at Taehyung, you’ll always wonder why.

‘’Y/N?’’ You look up from the pavement, being met with a familiar face.

‘’Namjoon.’’ You let out, his smile on full display for your eyes.

‘’Are you okay?’’ The question startles you, because no, you weren’t okay but for Namjoon to notice so quickly made you reconsider how you look right now. Do you look sad? Do you look completely broken and stupid?

Your lack of response makes Namjoon re-consider his choice of words. ‘’I meant to ask, are you cold? You’re shaking.’’

‘’Oh! Yeah, but it’s fine, I’m going home either way.’’ You smile gently, letting yourself off the hook. Wanting nothing more than to either drink whatever you’re feeling away or binge watch till you drop dead asleep. Either way, it works like a charm.

Namjoon’s smile slightly drops at your words, ‘’okay, see you around then?’’

‘’Yeah, wait let me give you my number!’’ You rush towards him and his smile re-appears, fishing for his phone in his pocket. He hands it with care and you type your number, adding your name as well in the contacts.

‘’Here, now we’ll be able to meet again.’’ You return a smile and after a thank you from Namjoon you’re walking towards your apartment.

It’s very unlikely for you to drop by the convenience store on the way home and buy approximately five to six bottles of soju, but then again, after what happened today it was very much needed.

‘’Hi Samba.’’ You greet when you open the door, to Samba sitting patiently for you. You don’t waste another minute and plop yourself on the couch, opening a bottle of soju and putting on Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo aka one of the best k-dramas to be walking on this earth.

You don’t remember which number you’ve reached of soju bottles, but your eyes can barely focus on Bok-Joo lifting her weights.

You don’t really know what came over your mind when you decided it’d be a good idea to call Taehyung. Your drunken state is a good answer although your anger and hurt took over you completely. You’re already rambling - mostly slurring - about god knows what and surprisingly Taehyung picks up.

‘’Y/N?’’ You freeze when you hear him but nevertheless you continue slurring on your words.

‘’Kim Taehyung.’’ You’re giggling, uncontrollably, receiving nothing but silence from Taehyung.

‘’Are you drunk?’’ You can tell he’s worried but you decide to shush him with a low yes as if it’s a big secret that you’re drunk and alone in your apartment.

‘’You’re so schtupid.’’ You blurt out angrily.

‘’Y/N, where are you?’’ He ignores your statement completely, causing you to roll your eyes.

‘’Why did you do that?’’

‘’Do what?’’ His tone is bitter by not getting the right answers from you.

‘’Why did you look at me as if you’re still in love with me?’’ You barely pronounce the words right, sounding like a baby who’s struggling to speak for the first time.

‘’Y/N, where are you?’’

‘’I hate you! Why did you do that? And kissing Jules right after?’’ You’re hurt, rambling everything that caused your state and you hear Taehyung breathe heavily from the other side of the line.

‘’Please, just tell me where you are.’’ To Taehyung’s luck you become overly quiet, faint sounds of Samba meowing in the background becoming clearer. You’ve given away that you’re home without noticing. You’re zoning off and don’t notice that Taehyung hangs up and leaves you alone with your anger and thoughts.

You’re about to completely doze off, the alcohol hitting you like no other until your doorbell rings. You’re thinking it’s your neighbor Nova who always has book recommendations for you, keeping you up to date with every romance novel she’s read. She’s a sweetheart, yet her timing is very off.

You end up finding a form of courage, tilting a bit when you walk towards your door, careful not to step on samba who’s following you diligently.

You can’t really seem to focus on who’s standing in front of you, squinting your eyes only to see a blur. You feel extremely dizzy standing up for too long, making you lose all your balance only to be caught in time. You grab a hold of the person's arms giving it a squeeze.

‘’How funny, you have the same arms as my ex.’’ You crack yourself up only to be carried in your apartment. You get carried to your bed catching a sniff of this person's smell. It’s familiar and smells like home to you but your drunk mind doesn’t want to cooperate and you’re drowning in your sleep without noticing. The person wraps you up with your covers and cleaning up your coffee table, the soju bottles clinking against one another. Then, they’re gone.

You wake up with a pain, almost as if a hammer is slamming against your forehead whenever you move. You’re stuck in bed; thankfully it’s Saturday and you have nothing planned. You barely remember anything from yesterday, your mind seeing everything as a blur after you finished your k-drama. You groan in annoyance, reaching for your phone on the nightstand to give Jungkook a call for help.

‘’Where the fuck is it?’’ You mutter to yourself, turning your head to see your phone getting charged and some pain killers next to a cup of water. You don’t remember doing this for yourself but you’re glad you did, taking the pain killer with no doubt and drinking the water in one go.

It takes a while for your head to settle back to place but thankfully Nova stopped by and made you some chicken noodle soup – her mom’s famous dish – which helped with your stomach aches from the soju still nestling, not wanting to come up.

Jungkook was sadly busy, resulting in Samba being your companion for the day. Samba lays softly beside you, her soft and warm fur giving your hangover a big comfort. As you kiss her on the forehead, she smells different. A different you know. You know this smell, you’ve been surrounded by this smell for a very long time.

‘’Samba, why do you smell like your father?’’ It was a habit. A habit that made you speak too soon and you immediately regret calling Taehyung Samba’s father, although you did adopt her together.

Samba purrs in response and you feel intoxicated by Taehyung’s smell covering her fur completely. You start to puzzle your night, suddenly remembering you called someone. You fetch for your phone, scrolling in your history of calls. Your body stops working when you catch a glimpse of the name. Tae.

You still haven’t changed it, even though it’s been five years you never had the guts to delete his number. You feel as if even when you move on, you want to be remembered by your first love. You close your eyes, trying to remember more than the phone call directed to Taehyung.

Then you see it, you dragging yourself to the front door only to be picked up and thrown under your covers. A heat reaches your cheeks to the intention of Taehyung running all the way to your apartment. The heat turns cold when you remind yourself that he kissed Jules the same night. Fucking asshole.

You go back to your bitter self, fighting the urge to soften for Taehyung. You did not come to play.

It’s Monday morning, meaning you’re back in the office. You’re not delighted by the idea of seeing Taehyung at any moment, not after your brain re-constructed that he was helping you when you were completely wasted. You’re in doubt of what to say and how to act. If you act cold, he’ll probably regret helping you and that will create strained tension between you. You decide to thank him if you pass by to not cause any suspicion.

It’s not until your afternoon coffee that you meet Taehyung, leaning on the counter and watching the painting as he’s sipping on a warm beverage.

It’s silent at first, you smile awkwardly when your eyes meet and go straight to the espresso machine. It takes a certain amount of time until your gut screams to just go for it.

‘’Thank you.’’ You keep your eyes on the coffee, the warm liquid filling up the cup.

‘’Ah. So you do remember?’’ He lifts his eyebrows in surprise and you want nothing but to dig your grave.

‘’I’m really sorry, for everything.’’ You feel ridiculous apologizing, when in reality he was the reason for your drunken state Friday night. Of course, he doesn’t know that. But still.

‘’It’s fine, oh and Y/N? I’m not sorry for looking at you like that.’’

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stuckinficmode24-7 · 10 months

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Drabble: Pizza

Word Count: 500+

Jikook fight over pizza lol

“I will not fear you, kook,” Jimin growls as he glared into Jungkook’s eyes. “You will.” Jungkook narrows his eyes in response. “You know what happens in this scenario, hyung. Back down.” Jungkook’s tone turns into something darker. “That won’t happen as easily as you think it will.” Jimin scoffs, a smirk playing at his lips. “What is happening?” Hoseok whispers to Yoongi as he and the others watch from the sidelines. “You know what happens when it gets to the last slice of pizza.” Yoongi shakes his head. “Have you been blind for the past seven years?” Yoongi gives Hoseok a sort of bewildered look. “But- I mean look how much muscle Jungkook has,” Hoseok speaks out, looking at Jimin and Jungkook with wide eyes. “Have you not seen how Jimin deals with Jungkook?” Yoongi laughs. “Ooh,” Taehyung suddenly moves over to the pair. “Are you making bets?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow, and before they know it, they are joined by Namjoon too. “I bet on Jimin, ten bucks,” Taehyung states, in an almost cocky way. "I’m with you Tae," Yoongi smirks. “Kook is so strong. I would think it’s him.” Hoseok nods. Namjoonn sides with Hoseok before they’re joined by Seokjin. “I’ll bet on both. I think they’ll share it.” Seokjin’s confidence in his voice shows on his face. “I want the pizza!” The five of them are pulled out of their circle to look at the situation in front of them. Jimin has lunged for the pizza, and Jungkook is holding his back. “No, it’s mine, hyung!” Jungkook shouts in return, pushing Jimin behind him before lunching for the slice himself, but Jimin doesn’t let him off so easily. Jimin jumps onto Jungkook’s back. “Please, kookie, I really want the last slice.” Jimin pleads softly and the others witness a stumble in Jungkook’s determination. In that split second, Jimin jumps off Jungkook and makes an attempt for the box again. “Oh, no you won’t.” Jungkook growls, pulling Jimin back by his waist, the smaller ending up against Jungkook. “that slice is mine.” He growls into Jimin’s ear and the others look on with wide eyes. “But kookie, I would enjoy it so much.” Jimin whimpers. “It would make me so happy.” He pouts, managing to turn around and place his hands on Jungkook’s chest. “I would owe you a favor.” Jimin chimes, clearly noticing how much Jungkook is struggling right now. Jungkook looks from Jimin, who is still in his arms, to the pizza box and back several times before he finally makes a decision. “Can you share it with me?” Jungkook lets his determination slip and goes to his softer, cuter side to persuade Jimin to let him have some. Jimin moves from Jungkook’s hold and grabs the slice before coming back to him. “Of course.” Jimin smiles. Jimin takes a bite of the slice first before holding it up to Jungkook’s mouth, who also takes a bite. Little did the two know that the rest of their members were pouting about the loss of the bet, except for Seokjin, who got all the money, resulting in him being a whole forty dollars richer. Now, he was happy about that, most definitely.

#bta #fanfic #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #yoongi #seokjin #namjoon #hoseok #silly #jikook subtly implied #jikook #humor #drabble

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