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Those Eyes Chico ༓ myg (m) | chapter one

✑ Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?

pairing: idol!yoongi x plus size!poc!reader

genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut, slowburn, coworkers2friends2lovers, winter setting, forbidden love,

word count: 6.5k+

warnings: oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, body insecurities, fear of being blacklisted, emotionally restrained yoon, unstable parental relationships, conservative parents, rude Hybe executive that should be fired, bestie!tae is wonderful support 🥹, and cute yoon and oc interactions bc yeah....its thier first time actually meeting so it must be cute!

now playing: Sweet Dreams by The Last Shadow Puppets

a/n: YAHHH chapter one!! Ok i apologize if the meeting is so long and drawn out...I really tried to make it fun but so much info is needed too haha. Anyway this series is dedicated to my wonderfully crazy friend and sorta beta, Gloom @theuselessdaydreamingidiot, and to all our fellow Yoon lovers bc we miss our sweet man SO MUCH 🥺 Enjoy! 🥰 Also huge thank you to @itaeewon for designing this beautiful series header! Love it!!

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Winter in Seoul feels like stepping onto the set of your most beloved holiday film.

As the brisk air wraps around you, delicate snowflakes gather atop your head, urging you to cocoon in your finest wool trench coat. Yet, despite the chill, the sight of frost-bitten trees basking in the morning's golden rays offers a source of warmth and delight. Perhaps the most radiant tree of them all is the towering Christmas tree that sits proudly in the heart of the city. Adorned with shimmering red and gold baubles, the giant evergreen catches the eye of every person that walks by–both tourists and locals alike.

Nearby shopping malls buzz with holiday fervor too as shoppers scour for treasures, couples engage in friendly competition to find the ultimate gift, and children line up to take their picture with Santa. But the best part is when night falls. The whole city comes alive with joy and laughter as loved ones meet one another on the ice-skating rinks, while karaoke bars echo tipsy renditions of timeless songs sung by overworked professionals, each with a bottle of soju in hand.

Yes, Seoul is a place for making memories and you’re in the thick of it.

Having been in the city for three years, one might assume you’ve become well accustomed to the energy of the season. You've really grown to love it here. But adjusting to the new environment is still proving to be a challenge, the most outstanding being the prevailing beauty standards.

Massive billboards featuring stunning models serve as constant reminders of the type of beauty one should aim to achieve as you commute to work. Impossible to miss are the shining examples themselves – iconic k-pop groups Seventeen, Red Velvet, EXO, BlackPink, Mamamoo, TXT, and of course BTS plastered on the side of every flat surface imaginable. You’re not exactly complaining about that aspect as you’ve helped design a good handful of them as a top marketing and advertising professional. But the strict image of what constitutes a beautiful and worthy individual weighs on you more than you’d like.

While a conventional body type isn’t what you’ve been given in this life, you don’t consider yourself to be completely unattractive either. Having high cheekbones, a strong jawline, striking light brown eyes, good enough ass, and a full chest shouldn’t classify as undesirable. Still, you wish you’d adopt this more body positive mindset rather than your current overthinking one. It’s easier said than done, being that you not only see idols everyday on the streets in digital form but at work as well.

You continue further into city until a set of tall, glass doors meet you mere steps away. You tilt your head back to catch the name of the skyscraper before nearing the building’s sturdy, silver handle.

BigHit Music.

Feeling its cool metal under your fingertips, the door swings open with an easier pull than imagined to welcome you into the bustling lobby. You feel a rush of confidence return to you upon entering– this is your domain, this is where you truly shine.

“Did you get the files I sent to you?”

The woman nods her head in affirmation while sweeping a few pieces of her long, silky hair behind an ear. To strangers, she appears to look about 24 which is only four years younger than yourself but nonetheless she’s the same age as you. Hei-Ran is her name, meaning “graceful orchid” according to Korean translation.

Hei-ran is one of Hybe’s newest hires and based on her experience, a near perfect fit to being South Korean boy group Tomorrow X Together’s new marketing manager. Until about three months ago, this had been your job.

You never imagined giving up the position after three years of working in the role. But with December right around the corner Hybe had other plans for you.

"Graduated summa cum laude with a bachelors degree in BTech in Electrical and Electronics Engineering and a MBA in Marketing from NYU Stern. You worked two years as a brand manager for U.S record label Atlantic Records immediately after graduating, and are now working at BigHit Music as a marketing manager for TXT including liaison with their global marketing team.”

You recall Bang PD's voice vibrate in the back of your mind from mid-August. You thought you were called into his office to discuss details of TXT’s latest promo, so having your resume read back to you was a sweeping curve ball. Your determination must have far exceeded the heaviness you felt in your chest because before you knew it you, you were shaking hands with your boss in acceptance of your role – the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour.

The tedious knot that’s formed in the nape of your neck reminds you that as surreal as the situation might be, it’s undeniably real.

Months spent drafting a comprehensive marketing proposal for D-Day; often until the wee hours of the night, inevitably takes its toll on even the mightiest of warriors. An entire new team of fifty people, all of who you’ll be in charge of orchestrating for the next eight months, doesn’t provide much to relief either.

You’re excited nevertheless. Working with one of the most respected artists in the music industry is an opportunity you couldn’t let slip by, especially since the album’s rock-inspired genre aligns closely with your own music taste.

“Thank you so much for helping me get settled __,” Hei-ran’s gentle voice returns you to the present. “I appreciate the time you’ve taken these last few months to train me despite the tight deadlines you have.”

Smiling, you shake your head. “It’s no problem at all and if there’s anything you need in the future, feel free to give me a call or stop by my office.”

“On the 16th floor right?”

“1656A. Take a left off the elevator and walk to the end of the first hallway. The door on the right is mine.”

Referring to any room on the 16th floor as your own is something you don’t take lightly. For one the offices are double the size of any other office spaces in the building. Yours in particular has a giant skyscraper window draped with heavy white curtains. Secondly, the floor above is the 17th floor which is exclusive to Hybe artists only.

"How's the proposal coming along, by the way?" Her curiosity is palpable, genuine in its nature. You’ve always appreciated that in an individual.

“It’s done,” you respond. “Only thing left to do is to prepare for our meeting with C-suite executives next Monday. It’s nearly perfect as is, but the presentation could use a bit of refining in terms of organization.”

Hei-ran is silent for a moment longer than usual before her next inquiry, which is undoubtedly the question on both of your minds. “I can't help but wonder what it'll be like to meet him for the first time,” she muses.

You don’t bother asking for clarification on who the “him” is; you’re already well aware that it’s Min Yoongi. The same subject has managed to intrude your own thoughts more and more as the date of meeting him draws closer. It's peculiar honestly, considering you’ve encountered him before.

Granted, it was only a small handful of times the hallway, both heading in opposite directions. Min Yoongi typically greeted you with a hoarse 'Good Morning' those instances, along with a curt nod of his head. You would nod back with a brief 'Morning' yourself. Deep down you feel he'd make a quality friend, though it's only a premonition. It’s not like you actually know much about him beyond those small exchanges.

"I'm not sure what to expect, honestly," you admit. "I imagine it'll be similar to previous professional collaborations—composed, focused, and intense. D-Day is poised to become a global sensation for the next year, so it's going to need our full, undivided attention."

Hei-ran gives a knowing nod. “Good luck __,” she wishes you well as you head towards the elevator doors. Breaks over, back to work.

After another late-night prep session for Monday’s D-Day proposal, you trudge through your apartment door well past 8:30 pm with an empty stomach and a throbbing headache. Good news is that your graphic design team seems to be well on track with their album mockups ready to present.

The same can’t be said for your U.S. promo team however, who required additional guidance on their projects. The social media team was in a similar boat. Somehow several of their members lost track of time and were convinced the proposal was still two weeks away.

Despite the hiccups, you managed to tie up the loose ends, but it meant that none of you got to leave early.

When you finally get to curl up in your fluffy sofa, a loud, exasperated sigh leaves your lips. Your lids flutter shut too as you rest your head against the soft cushion. Silently, you make one last mental rundown of all the tasks you checked off today.

Did you miss anything?

D-Day is the most crucial project you’ve ever taken charge of—you need it to be flawless.

When nothing pressing comes to mind, you grab the tv remote from your dark oak coffee table and aimlessly flip through the channels. You’ll unwind for an hour and then call it a night.

Ten minutes into an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and the light chime of your phone's notification bell catches your ear.

Tae 💚: Haven’t heard from you all day. Everything alright?

Taehyung, your best friend. You smile fondly at his message as your thumbs hover over the reply button. He's always checking in on you. You and Taehyung have been friends ever since you first moved to Seoul and started working at Hybe. You didn't expect your friendship to become this strong, but both of you are sociable individuals, which led to discovering several unexpected commonalities. One of those is a shared love for jazz, which has been one of your all-time favorite genres for as long as you can remember.

You: yeah, I’m good. Just tired. Been working on D-Day's proposal for months and finally got it fully prepped for.

Tae 💚: Well, that's amazing news! You feel good about it?

You: I don't know. I’m definitely ready for this project but I’m also starting to feel a little burned out. The proposal is only the beginning you know, and it's already taking the wind out of me.

Tae 💚: Sorry to hear that 😞 I'm sure it must be draining, but I also know this is your territory. No one is more fit to head this project than you. Everyone thinks so. How about you take the weekend to rest?

You: Yeah...I'm watching B99 rn

Tae 💚: B99?! Without me?

You can't help but giggle. Somehow over the course of three years you've roped your best friend into becoming obsessed with your mindless sitcoms. You've done more than a handful of binge watching together, until all hours of the night.

You: Wanna come over for an hour?

The company might be nice.

Tae 💚: Be there in 20 🏃

Your door bells rings exactly twenty minutes after you and Taehyng finish exchanging texts. He's so prompt it scares you sometimes.

“Hey.” His deep, baritone voice greets you first, along with a friendly hug. Taehyung slips his snow covered boots off upon entering your apartment and hangs his wool jacket on your coat rack. His limited edition Gucci scarf is next. Taehyung loves the winter as it’s the time he can wear his most luxurious clothes.

“What’s this?” You peak inside a brown paper bag that Taehyung has conveniently set on your kitchen countertop. He flashes you a playful grin and gestures you to open it. Naturally, you're suspicious but it all washes away when a new, unopened bottle of whiskey presents itself. “Oh my god, you didn’t!" You swat his arm in a rush of excitement.

“I had to!" Taehyung opens a kitchen cupboard and grabs a glass from the top shelf. He's been in your apartment enough times that he’s grown comfortable with your place. That and he's also your best friend.

"With all the recent events you've had going on, I think it calls for a celebration." Taehyung expertly pours you a glass of the smooth, rich liquor and offers it to you.

“Thank you, Tae," you say, taking the glass from his hand. "Come sit down. Jake's about to sing I Want It That Way with the police lineup.” Taehyung pours himself a glass of Pinot Noir and follows your lead.

After about forty minutes of sitcoms and booze with your best friend you begin to feel yourself relaxing. Whatever challenges lies ahead, you know you'll be able to handle them one whiskey at a time.

All stream of thought is interrupted when your phone dings off again. It's now half past 9, who on earth is trying to reach you?

Fuck.

You tighten the grip on your phone as soon aa the message appears. Taehyung, previously occupied by the end credit scene, catches the sudden shift in your demeanor and calls your name but he's inaudible to you.

Mom: It’s been almost two weeks since we last heard from you. We know you're busy but your father and I want to know if you’ll be coming home. The holidays are coming up right? Why don't you use some of that time to come see us? There's someone we want you to meet.

"__, who is it?" Taehyung's voice manages to break your intense concentration.

“Just my mom.” You answer briefly, still averting eye contact.

“What’d she say?”

“She wants me to come home for the holidays.” You shut your phone off in an effort to calm yourself.

Unlike Taehyung your relationship with your parents has always been rocky. Expectations are set high from birth and you never see eye to eye. Likely, the only accomplishment that's earned genuine praise from them was when you accepted your initial job proposal with Hybe. A respectable career is only second to health to them after all. Your father was more torn with the news that you’d be moving hundreds of miles away than your mom however, not that you’re surprised.

Of course while having a healthy and respectable career is priority for your parents, there is no mistake that their greatest wish is to see their daughter married. A stable man with ample resources to provide her a secure home and healthy children is preferable.

You love your parents and you'll always be there for them, but you must admit that their traditional outlook is one you can never live up to. They tried setting you up dozens of times before, and tonight's request to have you come home "for the holidays to meet someone” is simply another attempt to marry you off.

Yes, you would like some sort of companionship in your life and you hope if you find it that they’ll approve. But giving your hand in marriage to the first notable suitor isn't your forte. You consider yourself to be an independent woman with a tender heart, and you'd rather be single for the entirety of your life than be forced into another obligation.

Preserving your independence is highly important to you. So no, you draw the line when it comes to relational affairs.

If only you could be firm and repeat all the above to them aloud, rather than within your own head— if only.

“So are you gonna go?"

You don't respond immediately, still weighing out your options. "Not sure," you murmur. "I don't really want to but maybe I should. I haven't gone home to see my parents since last year."

Taehyung recognizes the growing tension in your voice as well as the flushed expression playing on your face. He wishes he could take it all away but instead he moves closer to your side of the sofa and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He's silent for a moment before continuing. "Why don't you tell them you can't go because of work? There must be a number of things you'll need to get ahead of for Yoongi's album."

"True. But it's too easy, they won't buy that. I have to go."

"What if you say I invited you to celebrate with my family this year? We're going to a nice, cozy cabin a few hours north of here for Christmas."

The offer is temping and you know he means it but it's also not enough.

"No," you reject. "They'll think we're dating and ask to meet you."

"I'll do it!" Taehyung's voice lifts into a more playful tone, earning a soft chuckle from you.

"Very cute Taetae, but no. Neither of us are going to say 'that was a good idea' in the end, trust me. I'll have to make this decision on my own."

Taehyung grimaces slightly at your last choice of words. "I really think you should consider telling them you can't due to a full schedule. We don't get that much time off at the company any way. Don't your parents live at least 7-10 hours away? Come on, spend the holidays with me and the guys. Plus, it'll be my birthday soon. I want you there at my party."

When you look at your best friend to gently scold him for not so sneakily using the guilt tripping technique, he's pouting. Like a baby. Not even you can resist him with that face on.

"Fine. I'll think about it."

"Good," Taehyung chirps and snatches the tv remote to flip through episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. "I want you to be around those closest to you, especially around the holidays. You're my badass best friend who deserves more than some stupid forced marriage to a guy with an unhealthy alpha male complex. Should we top the night off with one more episode by the way?"

You nod and Taehyung hits play on the remote. "Thank you," you coo, feeling a tad better.

The weekend is a blur at best and you’re back at the office before you realize. Of course this is no ordinary work day however, given that today signifies the day you officially start work as D-Day’s marketing director. You’ve been perfecting every detail of the proposal like a madman since the beginning, meticulously obessing over every element. Your new team members must have a pretty eye-opening understanding of what it’ll be like having you as a lead for the next year–you pity them to be honest.

Between your fingers clutches a small tube of lip balm, berry flavored with a faint tint to match. You love chapstick for some odd, inexplainable reason and you felt the need to apply a generous amount of it on your lips for good luck.

“No one’s here yet,” Yi-joon, one of the members of your graphic design team, speaks first upon stepping foot into your assigned conference room. Others hum, unsurprised. Being the ones leading the presentation, you’d be startled if anyone actually arrived beforehand.

A grand mahogany table, seating up to 14 individuals, boasts itself to you in the middle of the room with every chair lined in genuine black leather. Traditional seating arrangements have one chair at the head of the table, but today’s meeting has two, both positioned to face the wide presentation screen at the opposite end.

Undoubtably, they’re reserved for Bang PD and Min Yoongi.

A momentary shiver courses down your spine, yet fades quick when one of your team members asks if anyone's seen the remote to the projector. There’s no time for nerves to be acting up, you remind yourself calmly. Only 15 minutes remain until every C-suite executive in Hybe congregates into the room.

With a composed demeanor, you swiftly gather your thoughts and respond, "Try checking inside the podium. It's likely close by, but if not, we can always power it on manually." You then start delegating tasks to the rest of your team, mentally rehearsing key points of the proposal between each instruction.

Time appears to have vanished in the blink of an eye because in a matter of seconds a gentle breeze slips through the conference door, accompanied by the arrival of several Hybe executives. You offer a polite "good morning," which is briefly reciprocated as they take their respective seats around the conference table.

You count twelve at the table in total, including your own team.

"Sajangnim should be here in about–"

Hybe's Chief Finance Officer doesn't get to finish his sentence when an older gentleman in a freshly pressed suit walks through the door, fully immersed in conversation. The person following close behind him is none other than the man of the hour himself–Min Yoongi, fitted in a clean white dress shirt that's unbuttoned at the collar and sleeves rolled to the elbows. His soft, raven hair falls gently in front of his eyes, framing his face a little too well.

Unexpectedly, both your gazes shift from Bang PD and onto one another. His dark, intense eyes pierce through you as they observe you from the opposite side of the room. You're certain he recognizes you from your previous shared encounters, though you don't have the slightest clue what he's thinking. Min Yoongi has been known to be many things, but an open book isn't one of them.

He then walks in your direction until he's directly toe to toe with you for the very first time. Completely against your wishes, you feel all the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. You've never officially met before.

"It's nice to finally meet you __-nim. Those nods we give each other in the hallway hardly count as a proper introduction." He extends a hand to you, offering you a sturdy handshake which you accept.

"Absolutely, it's a pleasure to meet you as well Min PD-nim," you say, smiling warmly. "I'm looking forward to working with you on your new album. I truly appreciate the opportunity."

For a split second, Yoongi allows his professional demeanor drop. "I should be the one thanking you. You'll be the one leading this whole operation right? So I'll be in your care."

You want to respond with gratitude, but you're not given the chance due to an authoritative voice speaking up from behind.

"Min PD-nim," Hybe's Vice President calls out to the man in front of you, requesting his attention.

Yoongi is hesitant to leave you mid-conversation but you assure him that it's alright. "Please, feel free to take a seat," you offer. "The presentations will begin soon."

A small, subtle smile graces Yoongi's lips before he turns around to take his seat beside Bang PD at the head of the table. He engages in small talk with Hybe's Vice President who's conveniently seated across from him. Yet despite their conversation, he's only half focused; his eyes repeatedly wandering back to you. At this point, however, you've already stopped looking at him.

"Good morning, all," you address the room when the time comes to commence the meeting. "We'll be getting started now that everyone's here. I'm sending down samples of the album design our graphics team has created for D-Day. Please pass them along." You hand the stack of copies to Hybe's Chief Technology Officer who smiles courteously.

"On behalf of my team and me, I want to thank you for joining us today to discuss our marketing strategy for Min PD-nim's upcoming D-Day album. Our agenda will be as follows," you guide everyone's attention to the presentation board, which provides a rundown of all the points you plan to cover for the remainder of the meeting.

"Let's begin with introductions. My name is ___ ___, I hold a Bachelor's degree in Electrical and Electronics Engineering from NYU Stern, as well as an MBA in Marketing. Over the past five years, I've worked in the music industry as a marketing manager. Three of those years were spent here at Hybe. The recent promotional campaign for TXT's The Chaos Chapter was lead by my previous team and me, resulting in a positive return on investment. Now, with a new team, I aim to achieve similar success with Min PD-nim's D-Day album."

Once you finish your introduction, you introduce each member of your team. This is soon followed by a brief introduction from each c-suite executive.

The whole room falls silent when you begin diving into the bulk of the proposal; every measurable objective, goal, and market analysis is shared for D-Day. When it comes time to present the brand guide and album design, you invite your graphics team to speak.

"You'll notice that we have two versions of Min PD-nim's albums on the sheet in front of you," Yi-joon refers to the mockups you handed out earlier. A few executives nod quietly as they study the proposed album packaging while Yoongi leans over to Bang PD. He's whispering something but you're far to distant away to hear. His expressions aren't telling either.

Does he like it? Does he not? You don't know.

Nevertheless, you give a subtle smile to Yi-joon as encouragement to continue.

 "We've opted for a sleek, pitch-black design for the first version, and a dusty brown for the second. The first version symbolizes the past, characterized by societal expectations and internal struggles, while the second represents the present and future, conveying a message of liberation. To complement these themes, we've selected a bold and daring font to exude the album's transparency. This design consistency extends to the album's contents; for instance, lyrical cards will reflect the respective color and style of the version they belong to."

Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer appears to be in approval with the entirety of the plan so far, yet it's short lived when a low voice interrupts.

"I think the vision of album's design aligns closely with mine, so I like what I see in front of me." Yoongi pauses and places the mockup on the table. "There's one aspect that I'd like to discuss in hopes of some insight however. I've been mauling over it for a while now."

"I'll do my best to–" Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer opens his mouth to respond yet closes it immediately when he notices Yoongi's gaze sharply shifts to you. It's a signal that it's your insight he specifically requests.

"Please go on," you reply.

"Regarding the name under which the album should be released, should it be 'Agust D' or 'Suga'? I'm personally biased towards Agust D because it holds more weight for me. It's close to my heart and the stories I have to tell as Agust D are heavier than those of Suga, right? The D even stands for Daegu, my hometown where I grew up and where my parents still live. Suga on the other hand is my stage name, which I have some identity in as well."

You don't answer immediately, preferring to carefully process everything he's said. Your team has already proposed to release the album under 'Agust D', yet he makes a valid point that 'Suga' is also a part of him.

"I understand that releasing the album under 'Suga' has its merit. However, I still support the original idea of releasing it under 'Agust D'. As you've mentioned, the name carries a deeper meaning, evoking memories, emotions, trials, and tribulations. I'd also like to emphasize that by releasing D-Day under 'Agust D', you can showcase who the real Agust D is. The collaboration with IU in People Pt. 2 already has you one step in that door."

Like you, Yoongi considers your words cautiously, weighing them in his mind. "Thank you ___-nim," he finally speaks. "Your perspective is reassuring. We'll proceed with releasing the album under 'Agust D'.

Following your short discussion, the graphics team continues presenting their design materials. Minor comments are made by Hybe executives, but Yoongi doesn't comment again until half-way into the social media segment.

"Why do we need to schedule this many Weverse Lives? People might get tired of seeing my face after so many in a row. ARMY will read, 'Min Yoongi started a live' and say to their friends, 'This is the fifth time in a row, is he in love with his own voice or something?'." His joke sparks a light in the room as Bang PD gives a chuckle.

"I don't think that's going to be an issue for you Yoongi," he replies. "Don't you know the strength of your own fanbase?" Bang PD's statement is undeniable. Everyone in the room is well aware of Min Yoongi's international fanbase who willingly stay up all hours of the night just to catch a glimpse of him. In fact, rather than seeing less of him, they hope to receive his live notifications more, as Yoongi isn't as active on Weverse as other idols.

It's clear that compliments like these aren't easy for Yoongi to take though, judging by the flushed look that subtly sweeps over his face. You'd react the same way to be honest.

"If I may Min PD-nim," you speak up, deciding to offer an alternative plan. "Leveraging Weverse Live to help promote D-Day will draw significant international engagement. We know that time differences pose to be a challenge which is why we proposed an increase of live sessions per week. However, we understand that going live this often might be exhausting. Would you consider reducing the frequency to once or twice a week instead?"

"I'm open to once a week but didn't we film the 'Suga: Road to D-Day' documentary for a similar reason? Won't it be too much to add more than two Weverse Lives throughout the entire promotional phase?" Yoongi's challenge is met with an unanimous hum of support from his fellow executives. You'd feel intimidated if you didn't already have a justification mapped out.

"The objective behind releasing 'Suga: Road to D-Day' on Disney+ differs from that of Weverse Lives," you rebuttal confidently. "While the documentary presents a structured behind-the-scenes view of D-Day's development, the Lives focus on building hype among your existing fans who know you well, will spread the word to their peers, and will likely pre-order the album. As you're aware, Lives are more personal and stripped down, allowing your fanbase to feel closer to you."

Thinking of no further objectives, Yoongi, still somewhat unsure, accepts your suggestion. "Once a week will be fine then. While we're still on the topic, do we know when 'Suga: Road to D-Day' is set to release on Disney+?"

"Our digital marketing and promo team will be reviewing the specifics of that soon," you inform. "Right now we have the documentary releasing April 23 of next year. The poster for the film will release a week and a half earlier on the 12th."

Rather than furthering the discussion, Yoongi sends an understanding nod your way which allows the social media team to resume their portion of the proposal. Recording more Weverse Lives than usual remains a pain point for him, but he's willing to move forward if it means connecting with his fanbase.

Alast, after what seems like three hours of social media; followed by financing & budget talk, the last team to present their material takes lead of the meeting.

"We'd like to provide a timeline for D-Day's promo schedule as a way to wrap up today's proposal," So-hyun from your digital marketing and promos team explains. "Promotions will begin April 10, 2023 and will run until April 25th. During this time the album's track list, concept photos, MV Teaser, and official MV will drop. As far as concert schedule, we're proposing April 26-June 24. These dates include U.S, Asia, and Korea Tours."

"We might need to rethink concert dates but for now I'm on onboard." Yoongi remains brief in his interjection, allowing So-hyun to continue.

"As far as other marketing channels, we plan to implement both print and digital methods including billboards, banners, paid search ads, and YouTube. We'd also like to reach out to a variety of magazines like Rolling Stones Magazine for interviews. If we want to extend our global reach even further, we can book a time slot on the Jimmy Fallon Show. Bare in mind that if we go this route, we'll need to decide fairly quick, as slots are in high demand."

You notice Bang PD whispering amongst Yoongi and his Chief Finance Officer when Jimmy Fallon is mentioned. Yoongi seems the least interested. Perhaps he isn't fond of being front and center of talk shows, you guess.

"When will we need a decision for the Jimmy Fallon Show?" Bang PD inquires for the group.

"No later than three weeks from now," So-hyun answers. "It's a tight deadline but it can been done if we get the official go."

Bang PD directs his attention to Yoongi who's chosen to be silent in this conversation. "What do you think, Yoongi? It's your call."

"Maybe," he says, "give me a day or two to think on it."

Another ten minutes of productive overview with your promos team pass and soon, you're standing up to adjourn the meeting. You have to admit that out of all the proposals you've given in your career, this goes right to the top.

Your team was phenomenal today, and despite the the fact that several Hybe executives are biting at the bit to finally go on their lunch break, you feel confident that everyone is leaving on the same page.

"Min PD-nim."

You're ears inevitably pick up the conversation in front of you as you make your way out of the conference room. Yoongi and his Chief Financial Officer are running through some quick numbers only a few steps steps ahead, but with everyone simultaneously rushing in the same direction, neither must have realized you were within earshot.

"There's no doubt that she's good at what she does," Hybe's Chief Financial Officer continues. "Still, it's hard to believe that she's only 27 or 28. A person should take better care of themselves don't you agree? Like our Eunchae for example."

If there was a way to erase what you just heard, you'd do so, because in an instant, all previous successes you felt from today's proposal shatters to the ground. You're no stranger to receiving these sorts of comments about your appearance, yet it leaves your confidence fleeting, along with any amount of resilience you've built.

Blinking back the tears that threaten to spill, you exit the conference room the first chance you get. You have no desire to stick around for Yoongi's reply.

Not long after you leave does you phone ring off.

Tae 💚: Hey! How's the meeting going? Still available to get lunch this afternoon? I'm heading to the cafeteria as I type this.

You: It went okay. But I don't think I'll be coming to lunch, just a lot to do. I'm also not that hungry.

You second-guess how convincing your message is, knowing that it's your best friend on the other line. Regardless, it's the only words you can come up with right now. You really do have a lot of work ahead of you though, at least that part is true.

Tae 💚: Are you sure? I was looking forward on hearing how the meeting went! Wasn't there something you had to give me too?

The meaning of the last line suddenly dawns on you as you make your way down the long hallway. How could you forget? You made Taehyung one of his favorite foods to surprise him for lunch; Japchae, a sweet and savory dish of stir-fried glass noodles and vegetables.

You: Right, sorry it slipped from my mind for a second. I'll meet you in the cafeteria to give it to you.

"Why won't you stay and eat with me?" Taehyung devours the homemade Japchae you made for him with delight, a pair of chopsticks clamped in his hand.

"I don't have much of an appetite, Tae."

You've already told him this twice already, clarifying that you'd be heading back to your office once you deliver his food. Evidently, he's not letting you slip away easily.

"Then take a break with me instead, even if it's only for ten minutes." You watch as your best friend swiftly pulls out the chair next to him from under the table, gesturing you to sit. "Tell me what's got you down," he says. "Did Yoongi say something to you? He can be a bit too outspoken with his opinions sometimes."

Feeling defeated, you slide into the chair. "No, the meeting was fine. I'm just overthinking something that happened."

You then proceed to explain what you overheard Hybe's Chief Finance Officer say about you from earlier, that you didn't look healthy enough for your age and using Eunchae as an example. The scowl that appears on Taehyung's face as you retell the incident is unmistakable–he's clearly pissed.

"First of all," Taehyung starts once you finish, jaw clenched. "Eunchae is 17 and is a part of a Korean girl group. She has an entire team dedicated to making sure her appearance is flawless. It's the idol life; trust me, I'm well acquainted with it, so it's not a fair comparison. Secondly, Hybe's CFO is an asshole who I'd replace in a day. I don't want you letting him make you feel insignificant just because you don't conform to his narrow idea of how a woman should look."

You appreciate Taehyung's efforts to cheer you up, though you remain unaffected. Besides, he still isn't aware of Yoongi's involvement since you purposely left that detail out due to their close friendship.

"Yeah, I don't know. We don't have to talk about it anymore." You decide to dismiss the topic entirely and reach for your phone, along with a pair of earbuds bundled in your pocket. "Wanna listen to something?"

Music has always bonded you and Taehyung's friendship, as you've frequently found yourselves fully immersed in timeless songs from King of Leon and Led Zeppelin together. Taehyung nearly accepts the offer to listen with you once again, but then he freezes all movement. An eager grin follows close after.

"Hyung!" His voice echos though the room, earning the attention of Min Yoongi who's just entered the cafeteria. This time, you feel nothing but discomfort when the man looks your way.

"I have some material I need to review from my promo team. I'll text you later, okay?" You leave your best friend no time to reply as you quickly rise from your chair, stick your phone in your pant pocket, and head for the nearest exit. Yoongi attempts to make eye contact with you on your way out, but you avoid it completely.

When he approaches Taehyung, he acknowledges your semi-odd behavior. "I didn't mean to make her leave," he states, joining the younger at the table.

Taehyung offers a light shrug in response. "Don't worry, you didn't. She had other matters to get to. Something with her team members I think."

Yoongi grabs a fresh clementine from a nearby fruit bowl and beings peeling it little by little. "You two must be pretty close if you're having your lunches together."

It's not hard for Taehyung to read between the lines of what his member is insinuating.

"We've been friends for a while," he clarifies. "Just friends, nothing else."

a/n: Hope you enjoyed! Lmk what you think 🥰

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Hiiii there!!! Can I request for a Levi × y/n, where the reader is a figure skater while currently dating Levi and Levi would go support her in every practice but in one of her performance she used Red Swan from AOT and he's just mesmerised by the reader🥰🥹

Thankyouu!!!

Red Swan

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, established couple, supportive Levi.

After lots of practice, you finally enter an important competition. You give your full heart to your performance and dedicate it to the love of your life, Levi.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Anxiety was rolling off you as you sat next to Levi. No matter how much you tried to calm yourself, it wouldn't work. However, a sweet and delicate touch from Levi made your heart slow down a little. The soft gaze of his steel blue eyes made you so deeply happy and loved. Everything you worked for was building up to this moment.

You smiled sweetly at Levi. "I'm glad you are here with me. I don't think I could have made it without you." You leaned over and kissed him. "I love you."

Levi's cheeks burned. "I love you too."

You rose to your feet and let out a long sigh. "Okay, it's time." You glanced back to Levi. "This is dedicated to you, Levi."

"I...I'm honoured."

Levi took your jacket and gripped it tightly as you walked to the rink. He held his breath as you moved to the middle. Every inch of Levi hoped everything went perfectly and you weren't hurt. Music was important in this moment. Even though you looked gorgeous, the music needed to play perfectly so you could perform.

As the music played there was a sense of relief from Levi and your coach. Silence came over people watching because you were so graceful and beautiful. Levi could not stop watching you as you twirled and danced.

There was something about the music and the way you danced that just moved Levi. He was lost for words as his heart fluttered in his chest. He had watched you countless times on the ice, but this dance and music was a surprise. You had practiced this without him knowing and you both knew everything about each other.

Tears filled Levi's eyes as he felt so moved. The love you had for him was rolling off you and flowing into him. A blush covered his kissable cheeks when you skated by and smiled so lovingly at him. He held his breath when you picked up speed, he knew you were going for a big jump and spin.

He gripped your jacket tightly and saw you throw yourself for a dangerous move. He rose to his feet as everything seemed to slow down around him. His eyes widened when you landed it and posed causing and eruption of cheers for you. Levi was so proud of you.

The song slowly came to an end and you gave it one last pose. Levi felt like he could just cry, you were a dream. He hurried to the edge of the rink and gripped the edge tightly. A smile spread on his lips as you skated over to him with a shy smile.

You climbed off the rink and panted. "How was it?"

Levi yanked you against him and kissed you with all the love and passion in his heart. He didn't care that people were watching you both, or that cameras were on you. The only think that mattered was you and his love for you.

He pulled back and panted. "You were like a goddess."

You hugged Levi tightly. "I'm glad you liked it."

He lifted you up making you squeal with laughter. "I am so proud of you."

"Thank you, Levi. I don't care if I get an award. All I want is for you to be happy and proud of me."

"I am incredibly proud." He kissed you again before leading you to a seat."You want something to eat and drink?"

You gazed at him with loving doe eyes. "Please."

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hello, my loves! i'm back i guess? i have updated the masterlist, so here we are♡ please let me know of you feel i have labeled my posts wrong in terms of angst or triggers, and we can look into it together!! thank you x

also, take these labels with a pinch of salt as i have zero clue what the damn hell i write :)

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bang chan ink, a bang chan series (finished) part zero, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen, part fourteen, part fifteen ᰔ ☁︎ 𓍯 bang chan drabble, “can i sleep here tonight?” ☁︎ bang chan drabble, “the one where the dog gets away.”  ☁︎ bang chan drabble, “exhausted.” ☁︎ bang chan social media ᰔ 𓍯 bang chan drabble, “figure it out.” ᰔ ☁︎ bang chan drabble, "bunny." 𓍯 bang chan drabble, "home." ᰔ bang chan drabble, “quiet” ᰔ bang chan drabble, "nightfood" ᰔ 𓍯 a year with bang chan; ᰔ january 2nd february 14th march 2nd april 17thmay 30th june 4th july 14th august 1st september 12th october 3rd november 1st december 31st

lee know lee minho drabble, “water.” ☁︎ lee minho drabble, "whale watchers". ᰔ

changbin seo changbin social media ᰔ 𓍯 valkyrie street, a seo changbin series (coming) ᰔ ☁︎ ༄ 𓍯

hyunjin hwang hyunjin drabble, “i’m right here.” ᰔ ☁︎  TW

han han jisung social media ᰔ 𓍯 han jisung drabble, "cruise ships" ᰔ

felix lee felix drabble, "how incredible." ᰔ ☁︎

seungmin none yet

i.n yang jeongin drabble “inside beauty.” ☁︎ᰔ

group and plurals stray kids reaction to their soft s/o accidentally cursing ᰔ stray kids reaction to their girlfriend flinching ☁︎ stray kids reaction to their s/o sleeping in their bed ᰔ stray kids reaction to their s/o filming an intimate scene ᰔ stray kids reaction to their relationship going public ᰔ stray kids reaction to their s/o being shy about their singing-talents ᰔ 𓍯 stray kids reaction; everyday texts ᰔ 𓍯 stray kids reaction; love at first sight ᰔ stray kids reaction; realizing they love you ᰔ stray kids reaction: dancing with you at 2am ᰔ stray kids as taylor swift songs ᰔ𓍯 bang chan & hwang hyunjin drabble, “1. 16. 33.” ᰔ ☁︎ TW-ish 3racha reaction to ice skating ᰔ 𓍯 3racha reaction to their girlfriend being from a different country ᰔ stray kids drabble, "twisty-tie." ᰔ stray kids drabble, “tan lines and late nights.” ᰔ stray kids texts, summer edition ᰔ

dating bang chan ᰔ𓍯 dating lee know ᰔ 𓍯 dating changbin ᰔ 𓍯 dating hyunjin ᰔ 𓍯 dating han ᰔ 𓍯 dating felix ᰔ 𓍯 dating seungmin ᰔ 𓍯 dating i.n ᰔ 𓍯

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bts

rm kim mamjoon drabble, “drunk.”  ᰔ kim mamjoon drabble, "chai lattes." ᰔ kim namjoon drabble, "go to gate." ᰔ kim namjoon drabble, "2. 21. 50." ☁︎ kim namjoon drabble, "9:52pm" ᰔ

v kim taehyung drabble, "the ringing of a library." ☁︎

group and plurals rm, suga, j-hope drabble, “ddaeng.” ༄

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day6 day6 reaction to kissing their crush ᰔ day6 reaction to being in a long-distance relationship ᰔ day6 at their wedding ᰔ kim wonpil drabble, "highschool!au" ᰔ

got7 im jaebeom drabble, “cravings” ᰔ

monsta x shin hoseok drabble, “you make me feel alive.” ᰔ im changkyun drabble, “are you really in love with him?” ᰔ im changkyun drabble, “10. 45. 49.” ᰔ ☁︎(?) chae hyungwon drabble, “oceans.” ᰔ ☁︎ chae hyungwon drabble, “1. 38. 41.” ᰔ lee jooheon, drabble “I Love You.”  ᰔ

nct jung jaehyun drabble, “for you”  ☁︎ TW

seventeen seventeen reaction to asking you to be their girlfriend ᰔ seventeen hip hop unit at their wedding ᰔ seventeen reaction to you overhearing them confess their feelings for you ᰔ seventeen reaction to meeting their ex girlfriend ᰔ

Feel free to request, but please read the rules first! Thank you x

cheers, bentley♡

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on thin ice || part 1 || reader x ksj

Kim Seokjin is the image of the perfect figure skater – and he knows it. He’s got the skills, the talent, the looks – the only thing he’s missing is the matching gold medal. There’s nothing he can’t do. But when singles skating turns out to be too much for him to handle after an embarrassing mistake and a knee injury at the World Championship, his coach decides that his best chance at taking gold will be skating with a partner. That's where you come in. There’s only one problem: he’s damn near impossible to work with.

❅ Pairing: skater!reader x skater!Seokjin (feat. coach!Hoseok); dual pov ❅ Part 1 wc: 5.3k ❅ Rating: M (18+) ❅ Genre: figure skating au, enemies to lovers, slow-ish burn, angst, fluff, eventual smut ❅ Chapter warnings: knee injuries, cringe ice-related wordplay, tsundere!jin, alcohol consumption, foul language, angry!hobi, far too many descriptions of jin’s shoulders, at least one (1) mention of jin’s ass in spandex ❅ T/N: seonbae = used to refer to one’s superior

a/n: welcome to my very first collab fic! on thin ice is presented as part of the catch of the century collab to celebrate the one and only worldwide handsome jin’s 30th birthday! definitely go check out the other authors and their stories on the masterlist! i am very very late to posting T_T but it’s here now, yay! also i’d like to apologize in advance if i’ve gotten anything wrong about figure skating; i tried to do my research but it’s almost hard to describe in writing since it’s so visual. i was originally going to post this fic all at once but i decided that breaking it into three chunks would be easier for some reason. parts two and three will be coming out soon, but for now, here is part one, beta’d and bannered by the amazing april (@onmypillow-onmytable​)! i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing! thx! ly - robyn

PS. I do not own BTS or their likenesses; I just really love em a whole lot. 

Present: “I like you,” Seokjin blurts.

His words come so suddenly you’re not sure if you’ve heard him right. Because if you did hear him right, that would mean that the Kim Seokjin, the same man who’s been making everything about your life difficult for the past six months, the man you thought, at one point, might even hate your guts – actually has feelings for you. And that’s only if he’s serious and not pulling your leg right now. “What did you just say?” 

“I said I like you, all right?” He’s definitely being sincere. His cheeks are flushed and he can barely look you in the eye. “Really. I think I might even be in love with you. So…please don’t leave me, okay? I know you said we’d play it by ear, but I don’t want to anymore. Don’t make me look for another partner, because the only one I want to skate with is you. I’m asking you to stay. Forever, if you want.” Seokjin trains his eyes downward while he picks at the side of his thumbnail. “Are you going to say something or are we just going to stand here in awkward silence until one of us takes the hint and leaves?”

“Sorry,” you manage finally. “It’s just…I don't know what to say." He likes you. He might even love you. How exactly were you supposed to react? In your wildest dreams you couldn’t have expected those words to come out of Kim Seokjin’s mouth. 

“I know I’ve been an asshole.” he mutters under his breath. “Guess I couldn’t blame you if you didn’t feel the same way.” He sighs. “All right. I get it. I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course you don’t feel the same way. You don’t like me anyway. It’s fine. I’ll go.” 

"Wait," you say, catching one of his hands in yours as he turns to leave. You pull him back toward you, until the firm planes of his body are flush against you, your lips reaching up to meet his in a kiss, hoping to convey all of the words tumbling around inside your heart, everything you want to say but can’t seem to put into words. I forgive you. I won’t leave you. And I think I might love you too.

Seokjin seems startled, like he’s not the one who just told you he might be in love with you, but he doesn’t push you away; instead, he leans in further, deepening the kiss. God, he’s a great kisser. You’re the one who initiated, but he clearly knows how to seize the moment. You feel it all over, tingling down your back, in your fingers, in your ears, in your legs, until you tear yourself away, breathless. His face is inches away, shuddering breaths intermingling with yours. He exhales a chuckle. “Not that I’m complaining, but…what was that for?”

You cup his chin and turn his face toward you. "Actions speak louder than words, Ice Prince. Didn’t you know that?"

Six Months Ago: You didn’t have many regrets in your life. The ones you did have were boring, basic, like not being wilder in your teens and early twenties, or not confessing your feelings to the cute guy you used to train with before he quit skating and disappeared from your life. No. Those were nothing compared to the decisions that had brought Kim Seokjin, the biggest asshole in professional figure skating, into your life. Agreeing to skate with him – now that was regrettable. Maybe the most regrettable thing you’d done. The man was gorgeous, of course: tall, broad shouldered, a tiny, trim waist any woman would kill for, an ass that didn’t quit even in spandex, sparkling brown eyes, a head full of dark hair. His face looked like it belonged in a museum, for crying out loud, in a painting or gracing the head of some sculpture. By anyone’s standards, and especially his own, Kim Seokjin was perfect, if not a little wounded after his fall from grace – literally – at the World Championship in France almost half a year ago now, where he’d torn his ACL and blown his knee along with his chances at gold and the Olympics, the reason he supposedly needed a partner. To anyone with a passing interest in dramas this only made him more perfect: beautiful and slightly tormented, like their favorite male lead, or a fallen young demigod from a Greek epic. His horde of adoring (mostly female) fans even referred to him as “Worldwide Handsome Jin.” You had to wonder just how much of his public persona was real. You knew a thing or two about it; you used to be one of his fans, though more of a casual observer than anything. You’d seen firsthand how he interacted with them: all winks and smiles and air kisses and finger hearts. It had all seemed so believable then, that Kim Seokjin was not only a world-class figure skater, but a total sweetheart in addition to being the most attractive man in the sport. The complete package, as it were. It would be a dream come true – no, the chance of a lifetime – for someone like you to get to skate with the Kim Seokjin. But that was before you agreed to work with him. 

They always say don’t meet your heroes, right? 

Right from the start he’d been a pain in the ass, from the moment his coach, Jung Hoseok, had offered you the position as his partner. During your tryout you could hear him picking at you from the stands, but you’d come far enough to believe that you were something of a professional, and could work successfully with most people, even the difficult ones. Kim Seokjin was not most people. He took being difficult to an entirely new level. Within the first ten minutes of your practice together he’d knocked you over, then blamed it on you. Okay, fine – in his defense, not that he deserved it, it kind of had been your fault. You should have known better than to skate up behind him without saying anything. But did he have to be such an ass about it? You were willing to let it go for the first week or two, figuring he was just nursing his wounded pride from blowing his chance at Worlds gold, but it had been weeks, and he was still the same old jerk. You supposed it only made sense that he was a dick. No guy could be that attractive without also being a total jackass. The man hated you. You were convinced of it. Nothing came out of his mouth that wasn’t critical or dismissive. That same mouth always seemed to be etched in a permanent scowl. And you, who had been practicing for years, perfecting your signature moves, were suddenly an amateur again. In his eyes, anyway.

“First time on ice, huh, Twinkle Toes?” he mutters into your ear, hand on your waist as you both freeze in your ending positions. Twinkle Toes. Where did that nickname even come from?

“With all due respect,” you hiss, teeth gritted in a feigned smile, “kiss my ass.”

“Ooh. Feisty.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Who do you think I got it from? Shut up.” 

"Cute," he says. "I'd love to see you try and make me."

You scoff irritably and yank your hand out of his grasp. 

A short whistle blast brings you both to attention. “Well, that was fucking terrible.” Hoseok is glaring at the two of you with a withering expression and you wince internally. It only took a few weeks to find out that Hoseok never minces words when it comes to criticism. “Really. It’s ungodly how awful that was. You two need to get over yourselves, stat, because I’ve had enough of this shit. We've been running the same program for weeks and it hasn't gotten any better. In fact, I think it's gotten worse. You’re both barely making the lifts, you're sure as shit not sticking the landings, and your arms are all over the place, all because you can’t stop picking at each other long enough to focus, when neither of you are in any position to be complaining about the other. If you don’t put a lid on it and start acting like the professionals you’re supposed to be, then it’s suicides until the end of eternity for both of you. Is that clear?”

“Fine,” says Seokjin. He crosses his arms and gives you a sidelong glance. “I will if she does.” 

The audacity of this guy. “I never wasn’t, Ice Prince. Check yourself, or I will do it for you.”

“Great idea, Hobi.” Seokjin looks pointedly at his coach. “I think it’s already working.” 

“Don’t Hobi me!” Hoseok snaps. “I’ve had it up to here with your bullshit! Go get to know each other somewhere outside of this rink. Go get food or something. Talk about yourselves. Don’t you dare talk about skating. And try not to kill each other. Yeah? Awesome. Get out of here. If either one of you calls me to complain I’m blocking you.” 

“How do you know that the second we get out of here we’re not both going to go our separate ways?” demands Seokjin. 

“Because,” says Hoseok. “I’ll know. And I swear to God I will kill you. I will kill you, and no one will ever find your body. Don’t think I can’t make that happen.” The barely-concealed fury simmering in Hoseok’s eyes is enough to keep either of you from protesting any further. 

That was how you’d wound up in a barbecue restaurant, with perhaps the most unlikely dinner guest you’d ever faced. Seokjin sat stoically across from you, scowling, saying nearly nothing, except to insist upon grilling the meat himself. “I’m sure your cooking is about as good as your skating, so I’d rather not take my chances,” he said, curling his upper lip. You sighed resignedly, and waved the waitstaff back over to order several bottles of soju. If you were going to get through dinner with him, you were going to need it, even though you weren’t supposed to since you were in training. 

An awkward silence falls over your table like a blanket, almost heavy enough to fold. You watch him as he methodically turns the meat over on the grill. “Do you… like cooking?” you say, hesitantly, in an attempt to break the ice. 

“Yeah,” he says, eyes laser-focused on the meat. “Hoseok keeps me on a pretty strict diet during training season, so I don’t get to do it very often, but it’s nice when I get the chance.” There’s a teasing grin on his face. “Let me guess. You’re a terrible cook?” 

You scoff. “I get by just fine.” 

“Uh-huh. I’m sure.” One eyebrow quirks. “Is ramyeon and convenience store tteokbokki still as good as it used to be?”

“Bite me.” You scowl. “If you must know, I don’t have to cook for myself because my mom brings me food. Every week. So I can focus on training. Balanced meals every night, and all I have to do is wash the dishes.”

“Congrats,” says Seokjin sardonically. “Eat up. Those are done.” He points to a still sizzling batch of pork belly with his chopsticks. 

You glare at him as you reach for the meat. It’s perfect. Damn him, you think angrily. Is he just good at everything? You down your glass of soju and pour yourself another, under Seokjin’s disapproving gaze. “What?” you demand. 

“Nothing.” He shrugs. “Just thinking you might want to pace yourself a little.” 

“Why don’t you stop judging me and loosen up?” You pour a fresh glass and push it toward him. “Come on, we’re supposed to be getting to know each other. And having fun? We can’t exactly do that if you’re just going to sit there and be a stick in the mud.” You nudge the glass closer. 

“Yah, stop it! I don’t know why I’m even listening to you.” He picks it up and downs the whole thing in one gulp. “There. Happy? I can keep going.” 

“How about a game of Truth or Dare? Only, if you don’t want to answer you have to drink. What do you think?” You lean on the table, resting your hands in your palms and looking up at him. 

“No.” He turns over a piece of meat. “I have no interest in getting to know you. I’m only here because I’m trying to not give Hoseok an actual reason to murder me.” 

“Isn’t he younger than you? Why are you so afraid of him?”

“I’m not afraid of him,” he says dismissively, “it’s Hoseok. He may threaten to murder me like twice a week, but he knows what he’s doing, most of the time. We’re contemporaries, sort of. Which makes him a better coach than some retiree who hasn’t skated in years and has no idea what it's like anymore.”

“Do you think you’ll coach after you retire?” You’ve thought a lot about it yourself, and it’s probably what you’ll do once you decide it’s time. You like the idea of molding the next generation of future potential Olympians and World Cup champions. It feels honorable. Rewarding. A way of paying the universe back, somehow. 

Apparently Seokjin doesn’t think so. His eyes narrow and his jawline goes taut, like he’s gritting his teeth. “Who says I’m retiring anytime soon, Twinkle Toes?” 

“No one, Ice Prince. It was a simple question. Just forget it.” So he’s not the coaching type. Certainly not surprising, based on what you know so far. 

“I can’t imagine anything worse, anyway,” he grumbles. “I mean, anyone would be lucky to get to learn from me, but who has the patience for that? Who’d want to spend all of their free time with a bunch of people who don’t know what they’re doing?” 

“Well, someone has to, don’t they? 

“Sure, I guess, if you’re a sadist or something.” 

You toss back another shot. Maybe that’s what gives you the courage to ask your next question. “Ice Prince, with all due respect, weren’t you an amateur once? What’s with this burning hatred for beginners?” 

“Me? An amateur? Ha!” he scoffs. “Not once in my entire life have I ever been an amateur at anything. Do you know how I got to where I am? Talent. Raw talent. Not everybody has that.” 

“Well, maybe that’s your problem, then.” You shrug. “You’ve been coasting on your looks and your talent your whole career, so you don’t know how to handle it when things actually get hard. Is that why you’re so insufferable? I mean, I knew it was bad, but I didn’t know it was this bad.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Seokjin demands. 

“Nothing,” you say innocently. “Whatever could I possibly mean by that?” 

“As if you’ve never wanted to quit when it’s gotten hard,” he mutters, returning his attention to the grill in front of him. “No, because Twinkle Toes is perfect, isn’t she?” 

Oh yeah, Hoseok, this was a great idea, you think, rolling your eyes. We might just kill each other first and save you the trouble.

The evening wears on, and you debate pretending to go to the bathroom so you can sneak out of the restaurant and go home, where you could be eating one of your mom’s premade meals prepared with love, with a TV show or a movie for company, instead of eating barbecue prepared with loathing and waging verbal warfare with a man who’s made it his life’s purpose to test your limits. You blow out a breath and order yourself another few bottles of soju, determined to make it through this as painlessly as possible, and attempt to refrain from hurling any more insults in Seokjin’s direction. 

Time slows and speeds as neither one of you speaks, and you slip further and further into your stupor, losing track of how many drinks you’ve had. You slam your empty cup down next to your mostly empty bottle of soju – the third one. Or is it the fourth one? His face swims before you, his features blurring into a big round blob, then back into Kim Seokjin. “Haven’t you had enough yet?” he demands. His voice sounds distant. “You know if you drink too much you’ll get us both in trouble. Your coach already hates me, and Hoseok will look for any excuse to smack me across the head.” 

“Shut up,” you burst, jabbing a finger in his general direction. “You shut your beautiful mouth, Kim Seokjin. I wouldn’t be drinking if it weren’t for you. This is your fault.” 

“Oh, so it’s my fault.” If your brain is still working the way it’s supposed to, you’d swear he sounds amused. “Okay. How is it my fault?” 

You open and close your mouth a few times. “It just is, okay?” 

“Nope.” He crosses his arms. “You can’t prove it’s my fault if you don’t have any solid evidence.”

“You’re annoying. That’s why.” You prop your head on your fist. “God, you’re so annoying. Ugh. Why did I ever agree to this? You obviously hate me. Nobody’s doing me any favors. I’m just suffering at this point having to deal with you every day.” 

“Then why did you agree to it?” 

“I don’t even remember anymore.” The memory seems so distant now. You sigh. “My coach said it would be good for my career. And I admired you. I always have. I really thought I could learn something from you, you know? That skating with you would make me a better skater. I wanted to get along with you. But I guess it was naïve of me to think we could be friends. I mean, I get it. You’re Kim Seokjin.” You’re rambling. “Years of experience, a bajillion gold medals, hordes of screaming fans. And you hate me. I know. You don’t have to like me. But of course you hate me. So why do I even feel bad for you? You’ve got everything you ever wanted, don’t you? What do you care about some little nobody like me?” You sniffle, allowing a few tears to plop onto the table. It’s the most honest you’ve been with him since you met, even if it is because you’re drunk. 

Seokjin doesn’t say anything, just releases a heavy sigh. “You’re not a nobody, y/n.” A napkin appears in your line of sight, extended between two long fingers. You look up, and he smiles wryly. “I’ll let you in on a secret, but only because you’re so far gone I know you’ll probably forget it by tomorrow.” His voice softens. “It might look like I have it all. But I don’t. Everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve built in the past fifteen years, it’s all been for one thing. With one mistake, all of it could disappear in an instant, and I might never achieve what I set out to do. If I don’t have any of that…I have nothing. And that terrifies me.” 

Kim Seokjin…is scared? You don’t know what to say. “What do you want?” you ask. “This thing you’ve been working for the whole time. What is it?”  

“What everyone wants, obviously.” Seokjin avoids your eyes. “Greatness. Recognition.”

You prop your cheek on one hand and gaze at him. “There are things other than greatness, you know. Love. Contentment.” Your mind goes blank trying to think of something else. “Other stuff.” 

“Yeah, I don’t think any of that’s in the cards for me.” He laughs, a goofy one that sounds sort of like a windshield wiper. It’s the first time you’ve heard a genuine laugh out of him. “Ah, why am I telling you this, anyway? It’s not like you care. Don’t you hate me? Didn’t you say I was insufferable or something like that?” 

“Hmm.” You consider it. “No, I really don’t hate you. You’re a pain in the ass and I don’t particularly like you, but I don’t think I’d say I hate you.”

“So where does that leave us?"

"Wait." You hold up a hand. "You don't hate me?"

"Did I ever say I did?" 

"How do you feel about me then?" You lean in, wobbling slightly. "You like me, don't you, Ice Prince?"

Seokjin scoffs and rolls his eyes. "I didn't say that either, Twinkle Toes.” He leans back and crosses his arms across that impossibly broad chest of his, gazing at you imperiously. “I tolerate you because I have to. There’s a difference.” 

“Oh, come on. Humor me. We were having such a nice moment, y’know?” 

"All right. Fine.” He huffs in mock seriousness. “You’re a little bit more than tolerable, and you’re actually decent when it comes down to it. There. Are you happy?”

“Hmm,” you hum, closing your eyes. “Kim Seokjin thinks I’m decent. That’s something, I guess.” A warm feeling washes over you. You rest your cheek against the surface of the table. It’s cool and flat. “Maybe I should call you seonbae now.” 

“Whatever floats your boat, y/n.”

He doesn’t hate me. Kim Seokjin doesn’t hate me.

It’s your last thought before your mind goes blank. 

Seokjin wasn’t betting on any of this. Blowing his knee in France, having to hit pause on singles skating to take on the entirely new challenge of skating with a partner: a partner he never wanted and had set his mind on hating – none of it. He’d returned from six months of rehab for the torn ACL, against both Hoseok and his physical therapist’s warnings that it was too soon, hoping against hope that he’d find that everything in his world was still as he’d left it. He’d been sorely disappointed to find that nothing was the same and would probably never be the same again. It was the most he could do to stay upright on the ice. Jumps were no man’s land. Spins weren’t much better. Fifteen years of training, conditioning, and careful practice, gold medals and world-class athleticism, all shot because he had to have his ten seconds of glory at Worlds, ten seconds that had turned into months of pain and embarrassment. It swelled when he used it too much, swelled when he didn’t use it at all, and went stiff overnight, making him limp like an old man in the mornings. Why did he bother, really, when he could barely swing any of the fundamentals anymore? Quitting and taking early retirement sounded more likely than taking home bronze at Worlds – or even placing at all. 

Then Hoseok suggested he try skating with a partner. For some reason he seemed to think, since Seokjin couldn’t handle singles, at least for the time being, that somehow he’d be better off skating with someone else. It was a terrible idea, in his opinion – there was nobody even close enough to his level, especially before he’d fucked everything up, and not now, either. But Hoseok was his coach, even if he was two years younger than him, and the best course of action was usually for Seokjin to let these things play out until Hoseok realized for himself what a shitty plan it was and righted the course on his own. 

He already knew you were going to be a problem, the second you arrived for practice that first day. Your coach, Coach Lim, also happened to be Hoseok’s old coach, hence how he’d managed to get a hold of you. Seokjin already knew she hated him. She was an old friend of Hoseok’s mother, who had medaled or at least gone to the Olympics for figure skating at some point years ago, had envisioned the same thing for Hoseok, and both had been particularly disappointed when Hoseok had decided to quit competing in favor of replacing Seokjin’s coach. But it wasn’t like he’d held a gun to his head; the timing was just right and Hoseok liked the idea of ordering someone older than him around, so that was Coach Lim’s problem, not Seokjin’s. He wasn’t sure how long you had been training with her, but she’d probably been shit-talking him for years. It would only make sense for you to hate him too. He couldn’t have asked for an easier way out of this if it had been handed to him. If you hated him, and your coach hated him, then there was no possible way that this could work out, right? It really was too bad. You weren’t the best by any means, but you had potential, just as he had all those years ago when someone had spotted him doing figure eights at the rink near his grandmother’s house and suggested he take lessons. With time, you could even be great. That, unfortunately, was exactly what he didn’t need: someone else who just needed time. That was all anyone had been telling him since he’d torn his ACL. One step at a time. Take it slow. These things take time. God, he couldn’t stand it any more. Clearly he was no longer the wunderkind he’d been fifteen years ago, when a fall like this would have set him back a month or two, not a whole damn season of competitions. He didn’t have time for that. He was a 24-year-old with a knee injury, for fuck’s sake, with 25 fast approaching in December. He didn’t exactly have time to waste on someone like you, someone who just needed time, when the average age of retirement for figure skaters was 26. He might as well have an expiration date stamped on his forehead. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that, once he reached that imaginary expiration date, someone, it didn’t matter who, would take one look at him and toss him out on his ass. He couldn't let that happen, not without something to show for it. 

Unfortunately, you were going to be harder to get rid of than he thought. You hated him, he could tell. But you hadn’t quit yet. You were a formidable opponent, and he’d even come to enjoy picking at you. However, that was before. Before the two of you had been forced out to dinner together under the guise of getting to know each other. The dinner where you’d gotten three bottles deep in soju and practically started sobbing at the table, all because you were convinced he hated you, when the truth was that he didn’t. Seokjin didn’t even have to think about it that hard. He’d set out to hate you, and he did, at first. You were a representation of his failure at the one thing he was supposed to be the best at. It meant he no longer had what it took to make it on his own, meant that he should get comfortable waiting for nothing to happen. But he didn’t hate you anymore. Somewhere along the way, he’d done what he promised himself he wouldn’t: he’d come to like you. He liked having a partner – liked having you as a partner. Skating was already a solitary sport, especially for him, and the only person who’d ever wholly supported him in it had been his grandmother; his parents had been too busy complaining about him wasting time that he could be studying to come to any of his competitions. He hadn’t minded that at first. He preferred his own company to anyone else’s. But in working with you, he’d come to find that it was nice having someone else around – someone he didn’t necessarily have to consider competition – because he didn’t feel so alone anymore. Though he couldn’t have you knowing that. You would be even more insufferable than you already were. So he didn’t say so. He’d simply handed you a napkin to wipe your eyes. 

You didn’t hate him either, though you didn’t particularly like him. He didn’t hate you, not anymore. So what did that mean? You hadn’t answered him when he asked, either too surprised by his response or too drunk to think of one. Seokjin ponders the question as he struggles down the dark, almost empty streets to the address he’d managed to squeeze out of you before you passed out for good, with you riding piggyback behind him, ignoring the shooting pains trying to creep back into his bum knee. At least he’d only really had to carry you to and from his car, he reminds himself. It could be worse. Which he’d found out was true when he realized he’d have to carry you up three flights of stairs. Seokjin sighs. You let out a groan and wrap your arms even tighter around his neck while he eyes the first set of stairs in front of him. 

“Hey, knock it off,” he grumbles, jostling you roughly to see if it’ll loosen your grip. It doesn’t – but he starts up the stairs anyway, his knee throbbing painfully with each step. He’ll have to ice it later for sure. Why is he doing this, exactly? Really. He could have just left you sleeping on a bench somewhere near the restaurant. It’s cold, for one thing, so you probably would have gotten sick, then Hoseok and Coach Lim probably would have teamed up to kill him or something. There were certainly ways he could have gotten you up the stairs without further injuring himself. Simply dropping you on the ground, for one, and forcing you to walk on your own. That would definitely sober you up. As much as he would have liked to, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Generally speaking, Seokjin tried not to concern himself too much with what other people thought of him; it never ended well when he paid too much attention to what people were saying about him. This time, for some reason…he rather enjoyed the thought that you didn’t completely hate him, although even if he’d left you outside to sleep on a bench it probably wouldn’t change your opinion of him much. 

He sighs in relief when he finally reaches the third floor and manages to finally pry you off his back, setting you on unsteady feet to steer you down the hall towards your apartment. You flop against the wall next to your door, sliding down into a sitting position on the floor while he unlocks the door with the keys he confiscated from you back at the restaurant. Seokjin crouches down in front of you. “Aish, what is this? What are you doing on the floor?”

“Mm,” you grumble sleepily, waving him off with a sloppy hand gesture. “I’m tired. You can just leave me here.”

“Yah! You want to sleep in the hall like some drunk? Get up and go inside.” Slipping his hands under your arms, he pulls you back upright and nudges you into your apartment, ignoring your protests. 

Once he’s gotten you inside, you seem to realize where you are, and you stumble off down the narrow hallway, bumping noisily into corners and the edges of things. Seokjin watches from the doorway of your room as you finally collapse face-first into your bed, a muffled snore escaping from your mouth. He can’t help but chuckle looking at you, snoring, completely dead to the world.

“Shameless,” Seokjin mutters. “How can she be so shameless?” 

I thought I could learn something from you. I thought, maybe, skating with you might make me a better skater. He considers what you said earlier as he drags a blanket over your sleeping form and lets himself out of your apartment, wondering if you really meant it. You really weren’t so bad, he thought, and maybe there was something to be gained from skating with you, too. Maybe gold wasn’t as unattainable as it seemed. 

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[ugh-yoongi]

what sports do you think each of bts would be/look good in?

ooh, fun! maybe an olympics AU kinda thing?

namjoon — winter: speed skating / summer: baseball

seokjin — winter: snowboarding / summer: water polo

yoongi — winter: curling / summer: basketball

hobi — winter: alpine skiing / summer: tennis

jimin — winter: figure skating / summer: gymnastics

taehyung — winter: ski jumping / summer: lacrosse

jungkook — winter: ice hockey / summer: boxing

as for regular sports that maybe are not what they're already into or good at:

namjoon — rugby, american football

seokjin — kickboxing, parkour

yoongi — any kind of martial art or clay shooting

hobi — cheerleading, bobsleigh

jimin — auto racing (formula 1 imo), equestrian

taehyung — soccer, fencing

jungkook — skateboarding, bmx, any kind of x-game

#jewel answers

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[boywivlove]

| Lutz | 02

Chapters | 01

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader | Jimin x Reader

Genre: Figure skating AU | Slight angst | Fluff

Words: 

Summary : After your last performance at the Junior world championships leaves you with a broken leg, your longtime boyfriend and team mate Jung Hoseok decides to partner with someone else and sign with a new agency  for the next competition, leaving you behind with the remains of a severed relationship. 2 years go by and your leg has long since healed, but a nasty blow to your confidence has put you off the idea of return to the competition circuit after being left behind. But when a chance meeting with an old friend catches you by surprise, you find yourself with a new partner. And after working hard you end right back where everything went wrong. But this time your going to show just far you’ve come.

Warnings : Mentions of broken bones and injury | some strong language | Future Smut

Authors Note: Heres chapter 2 of Lutz, Im happy to finally be posting more chapters Ive been neglecting my writing for a while haha, anyway enjoy and lemme know what you think!!! - Billie xoxo

It was a chilly Friday afternoon when you were back on the rink, surrounded by a dozen of youngsters trying hard to keep their balance you couldn't help but think back to the scene when Bambi tries to take his first steps, it made you smile to see the concentration on their little flushed faces. The class had soon ended and you said goodbye to each of the kids as they left with their parents and you soon headed to the cafe where you now sat. You had ordered your usual, large mint hot chocolate, extra whipped cream and a chocolate brownie. You sat in your usual space, checking your emails and going over your notes for Mondays class and who needed more help in certain areas, even though they were young children, they were all very enthusiastic about the class and it made you smile that you were helping them get better at something they all love. You admit you hadn't felt this happy in a while, truth be told, you had been going through a rough patch since Hobi left, everything you did in your daily life had been marked with memories of him, even your apartment was riddled belongings he had left behind that you just haven't had the energy to get rid of. But recently, you had been able to occupy your mind with distractions. 

Deciding to pick up some groceries on your way home you got up ready to leave when you stood up and turned to the exit, when your body collided with another, your now slightly hot drink also colliding with whoever you had knocked into. 

`Oh my god!! Im so sorry!!`  you grabbed your napkins, trying to soak up your drink from his now very stained turtle neck. `no no Im sorry I had my head in my phone, I should really look where Im going`

`no its my fault, god, your shirt is so stained,,, Im so sorry, `

`no really i-,,, wait, Y/N? Y/L/N ? Is that you?` You stopped dabbing his wet shirt then, and you finally looked at the face of the man you unintentionally baptised in hot chocolate, His honey blonde hair, his bright eyes, you couldn't believe your eyes.

`oh my- Jimin? Park Jimin is that really you!?oh my god its been-`

`too long, at least six years I think? fancy seeing you here`

`haha, I know its been so long, oh god what a reunion eh? Im so sorry about your shirt, 

`hahah, Still as grateful as ever Y/N, glad to see you haven't changed`

Jimin, not seeming to care about his not damp attire, scooped you in a hug, his arms swallowing you as you happily embraced your old friend back, god it had been so long since you two had seen each other, he still looked as much of a cherub as ever, his hair was still bouncy and parted in the middle, his eyes has the tiniest laugh lines around them, his round glasses framed them nicely and his jaw was slightly more defined. But even though half a decade had passed, he still looked like the same Jimin you knew.

`Your not leaving now are you, Id love to stay and catch up with you, I never expected to run into you of all people here,`

`I actually have some errands to run before the supermarket closes, but if your free tomorrow Id love to meet for a coffee, my treat considering your wearing mine`

`Oh sure, shall we meet at the copper bean? say lunch time? `

`sure, Id like that, Im sorry to dash off so suddenly-`

`dont worry about it, tomorrow at lunch, here let me give you my number so we can keep in touch!`

You handed him your phone, and as he keyed in the digits, you couldn't help but feel like tomorrow was going to be a fun day.

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[babeejeon]

Accidental Kiss - KSJ

Prompt: An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

-Kim Seokjin fluff, childhood friends to lovers au, Seokjin version of Accidental Kiss Mini Series-

Both you and Seokjin sucked at ice skating, you both know it too well. However that doesn't stop you from doing it. After watching Serendipity last week in your friday movie night, Seokjin insisted you should go to ice skating in an outside rink. You reminded him your middle school advantures, each has either one of you falling at least once. But he ended up convincing you, you were too captivated by the movie to say no.

So, now here you are, in the ice skating rink wearing the skates. He entered first, while one of his hand is on the rail, he hold his other hand for you.

"Do you want both of us to fall?" You laughed while entering the rink without holding his hand, you trust the rail more than him. 

He rolled his eyes but started to skate ahaed carefully. 

It didn't took long for you two to start enjoying skating too much, gaining a little more confidence and then letting your hand go off the rails. Both of you laughing and skating around. You were glad you listened him and come here.

"Y/N, come here!" Seokjin waved from the other side of the rink. You started skating towards him, getting pretty fast but enjoying it now that you feel more confident. However it all went wrong when you couldn't slow down and bumped to Seokjin. He tried to catch you with a quick reflex but it just made it worser; your lips landed on Seokjin's. You quickly pulled away but you felt your checks redding with the embarrassment of what have just happened. You looked up and your eyes met his and suddenly both of you started to laugh at how stupid it was.

As the laughter started to fade, Seokjin reached out to pull your hair away from your face. You felt yourself getting slowly closer to Seokjin as if an invisible string pulling you towards him. He was getting closer to you too, while his hand cupped your face . You closed your eyes, waiting for his lips to touch yours, but he opted to land his lips to your cheek. Your eyes shot open, a disappointed look prominent on your face.

"I... I thought you were going to kiss me." You said unabashed. He smirked. "Do you want me to kiss you?" He asked cockily.

"Not anymore!" You said, feeling annoyed and tried to skate away from him but ended up stumbling. Just before you can fall though, his arms wrapped around your waist to catch you. He whispered to your ear:

"I wanted to kiss you, but that wouldn't be gentlemanly for me to kiss you before asking."

"A-asking?" You felt your heart beating faster in your chest.

"I mean, asking you out. Because I know how you hate when things and titles aren't clear." 

You hit his chest. "You are so annoyingly playful." You whined and he winked at you shamelessly. 

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[therealmintedmango]

Go Figure! l Chapter Two

Genre: Fluff; Competitive Figure Skating AU; Angst; Eventual Romance; (Maybe classified as hurt/ comfort down the road?) ((Also maybe smut too? I’m not sure!))

Pairings: Female Reader x Min Yoongi; Female Reader x Park Jimin; Female Reader x Jung Hoseok; Female Reader x Kim Seokjin ⇥ past relationship

Words: 6,113

Warnings: Profanity, Mentions of ankle injury/ falling on the ice, angst of heartbreak, high anxiety and a “dead” career on the ice. Mentions of fainting and being scared. I think that’s it!

Author’s Notes: 1) This was created for a Secret Santa, I am apart of! I am gifting it to @xotoosweet! Wow, I’m so sorry this second chapter took me like a year to complete 🙃. I’m terrible; I’m so sorry! I hope people will still enjoy it, nonetheless! 2) I do not have a beta reader currently and I am moving so I apologize if this isn’t up to my standard, but I wanted to FINALLY put it out! 3) ALSO ALSO!!!!: I’ve never figure skated in my life so a lot of this information is probably wrong or not accurate. I apologize if any information is wrong! I tried to research as much as I can, but I still don’t know a lot about it! I just enjoy being a casual viewer so please forgive me if things aren’t 100% accurate!

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I’ve performed in front of millions…I’ve performed in front of judges all my life…I’ve even been to the Olympics for Christ sakes…But everyone, including you, knows how that went. So why couldn’t you get it together?

You know why. You just didn’t want to admit it.

Standing outside (well across the street, actually) a little cafe, you watched him with hungry eyes and a deep pit in your stomach. With shaking hands, you anxiously smoothed the bottom of your turtleneck dress. You didn’t tell the boys where you were and you hoped they could all handle themselves for one night.

Knowing them, they will either be eating new foods and drinks, watching the competition, or socializing and making new friends.

He takes a sip from his alabaster cup, your orbs watching him like a ravenous bird of prey, tracking his every move. His sharp jaw, his onyx-colored irises that seem to sparkle under the fairy lights outside, the sunset hitting his rich hair, setting his locks ablaze. His glorious smile that was sweet yet sinister in the same expression. Pink, fluffy pillowy lips that spin beautiful, intricate webs of poisonous lies. But, yet you were here. Enabling the man who ripped your beating heart out of its socket while you stood there, smiling foolishly at him.

Yet, here he is. So innocent, sipping at something steaming in his cup. He’s so…for lack of a better term…innocent.

You clear your throat and turn your blushing face from him, pulling out your compact to check your face for the millionth time. You scan for anything that was astray. The mirror shakes as you brush your eyelid with a finger. You notice you can’t keep a steady hand, the nerves of being one on one with him. Alone…

I could walk away right now.

As if on cue, as if he senses your presence, Kim Seokjin looks over at you and winks, his lips twisting up into a wolfish grin.

Fuck.

Taking a deep breath, you close your compact and hope that this will go as planned.

Wait…what is planned? What do I plan to gain by being here? He broke up with me, remember?

You clear your throat once more as you approach the hostess. “H-Hi.” Your voice sounds meek in your ears as she looks up from her phone with a smile. “I, uh, I am just here to meet a… friend.” You finish as you lift a half-chewed nail to the direction of Seokjin.

He cuts through the air, creating a perfect wave as he is not far from the entrance. You give a half hearted wave back and an awkward smile his way.

The hostess’s face whips back to face you, her pretty eyes wide and sparkling in the light of the oncoming sunset. “That’s Kim Seokjin!” She whispers to you as she grabs a menu, ushering you towards him. “The super famous playboy ice skater?!” You only nod.

How do you respond to something like that?

“Holy shit, I thought he looked familiar but you know how do you forget a face like that?!”

You are telling me, sister. You think, giving her a nervous smile. Suddenly your turtleneck dress seems way too tight and too ill fitting all at the same time as you shuffle your feet awkwardly.

“How do you know him?” She asks you, waiting to open the door to the patio. Amazingly, you wanted to escape the claws of this minx and dive into this odd meeting of sorts you were about to have with Seokjin.

You look down to your boots. You suspect this is the most interesting thing that’s happened to her this week - hell, this month. “Uh, it’s a long story…”

She leans down, her minty breath popping your personal bubble to ask, “Are you his girlfriend?”

Sweat beats on the back of your neck, your palms growing hot. “I used to be.” You blurted out, body feeling dizzy from the pressure this stranger was inflicting upon you.

She just lifts a perfect eyebrow and opens the door, the night air slapping you in the face. You welcome it with a deep sight as you clasp your hands together.

This is it. Is it? Isn’t this what you’ve wanted?

You feel them. The burning gaze of a hungry wolf set upon your face. The pit in your stomach feels like an empty void. He laps the corners of his lips and you almost want to moan, how sinful this man is and he knows how to pull your strings like a poor pathetic puppet master. You were afraid you were going to vomit up your no-doubt expense meal if you didn't get these nerves under control.

Why am I here again?

“Your table.” The hostess sets the menu down, all the while staring at Seokjin. “Can I get you anything, sir? More tea or wine perhaps?”

You smile as you sit down, tilting your head as you notice her tone shift to something more audibly sultry. His eyes flicker with annoyance, the corners of his mouth dipping from his wide smile to one of discomfort.

“No, thank you.” He remarks cooly, looking around her waterfall of beautiful hair to pierce your cold heart with his fiery, fixed stare. “I am fine now that she is here, thank you.”

With a frown and a turn of her heel, the hostess is gone from your sight.

“I’m sorry.” You say because you feel like you have to slide into his good side for whatever reason. “I lost track of time.” An awkward grin pops up on your lips as he drinks his tea, dark eyes roaming your face. “There’s only so much a girl can pack for these trips so I had to run out and find something to wear tonight.”

A glimmer of power sparkles in his eyes. “No. No. No. Y/N, truly! Apologizes,” Seokjin softly coos across the table from you, “I would not have chosen this spot if I would have known people would…bother you.” His dark orbs vigorously search your seated body, taking in the sight of you outside of your bulky coaching attire. “And you do look lovely, by the way.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, your insides melting, turning into mush. Shifting in your seat you look down and feel like a teenager once more. Your heart was aflame. Or was it? Were you just lonely? Were you just thinking Seokjin was special to you because he was your first “real” boyfriend?

The waiter picks the perfect moment to ask if you both wanted anything to drink which you happily ask for some water. Seokjin asks for more tea. Once this tour is over, I need several stiff drinks.

Light conversation and witty banter take place and you feel comfortable slipping back into this position you’ve been in before. By his side, natively, thinking you were going to take over the world. Two of the biggest names in the skating world - the perfect power couple, Kim Seokjin and yourself.

Oh, how you desperately wanted to take his last name. Be Mrs. Kim Y/N. How foolish. Or was it foolish now? Did he still feel something for you?

Neither of you talk about the past or skating, keeping your professional lives out of it. Whatever “it” is between you two. Is there anything here? Was something there in the past? Could you be with him in the future? You were so jaded from this relationship and everything you hold so dear you weren’t sure you could ever trust him, get close to him again.

But he speaks so earnestly and confidently to you, making you feel like the only person in the world even if you only talk to him about the airline you like to fly.

The waiter comes over again, asking you what you’d like to enjoy this evening. You state just a simple Caesar salad. A gasp leaves your lips, and quite possibly your soul. You nearly shiver as Seokjin orders lightly salted chicken, all the while he connects your flesh to his for the first time in months.

Time slows around you, you feel every pulsing beat of your rapidly thumping heart. Seokjin’s hand slides across the table grasping yours tightly, his rich orbs not breaking contact with yours in this moment.

No.

Part of you wants to get up, run from this table. You want to scream, slap him silly, call him a name, become a feral wild woman. The other part - the part of that wins - melts into his soft, tender touch, his longing gaze. You are not sure how you feel about this. Were you supposed to feel happy? Revolted? Both? The only thing that was certain was the confusion you were feeling from both sides of your brain tugging their separate ways.

Like a teenager, you revel in the way his thumb slides across the top of your hand. The simplest brush of his fingers against your flesh delights you to your core. And you hated that…Or did you? Maybe, this once, his smile wasn’t filled with deception.

“Y/N?”

You know this voice well. Time slows even further as you turn your head to that familiar sound, eyes growing wide at the sight of him. You pull your hand away, missing the little smirk that slides across your date’s puffy lips. Time seems to catch back up to reality, people sliding back into place, noise filling up your ears. Tears start welling up in your eyes.

Double no.

Yoongi was there, strap around his neck, camera in his hands, his glinting eyes peering at you and the competition. He stood by the little hedges that separate the cafe, concern coloring his expression. His mouth is agape as he watches you awkwardly stand at the table.

“Ah, ‘Silent Lightning’!” Seokjin waves at him to come over and sit down as the waiter presents the food you've both been waiting for. “Why don’t you join us? We’ve got plenty of room,” Seokjin snatches your hand in his with a victorious display, “if you don’t mind us being a little…closer.” Seokjin snickers.

Anger, hurt, confusion, jealousy flare up on Yoongi’s usually stoic face as his gaze flickers from you to Seokjin. He dabs the corners of his mouth with his pink tongue like he does when he is in deep thought.

Shit. Shit. Shit! Fuck. I’ve been caught.

“S-Sorry Seokjin, I have to go.” You rip your hand out of his, guilt eating you alive like the trash you are. If I feel like I’m being caught in something “bad” I shouldn’t be here anyway, right? “I’ll pay you for the meal.” You mutter as you get out some currency you always stash away just in case. “Goodbye.” You declare, marching out of the restaurant to find Yoongi.

Seokjin calls after you but you ignore him. Your student, no matter if they have feelings for you or not, come first over your confusing ex-boyfriend. You blink away the tears. There was no time for that right now.

Surprisingly, Yoongi is still standing outside of the cafe, watching you walk up to him with an unreadable expression. Shame clouds your face as you gently guide him from a place where you would be out of sight from Seokjin. You link your arm with his, stunned once more when he lets you do this, not pulling away from you or voicing his anger outright.

No, that’s not like him at all. Jimin would. Maybe Hoseok. But not Yoongi. But it’s almost worse with Yoongi, he keeps his emotions very close to him, never letting anyone get too close. You suspect for this exact reason Yoongi doesn’t open up much to people.

This is for the best. You solemnly think as you glance back to see the hostess swooping into your seat, beckoning Seokjin to sit with her as he watches you walk the opposite direction. All the boys needed to know at some point. I wish they didn’t find out like this.

No words are exchanged between either of you as you walk along a river splitting the city in two. Which is exactly how you feel right now. I’m being selfish, you bitterly remark in your head. What about how he feels, you oaf? Chancing a glance, you peak over at your student walking arm-in-arm with you. His brow was furrowed and his eyes lit with something you didn’t know how to describe, but the rest of his face was deadpan. From this angle, you could tell his jaw was clenched, the tall-tale sign that he was agitated.

How does one bring up their ex-boyfriend to someone who has feelings for you? Not to mention their biggest competition? How do you explain to him he is one of the reasons you won’t skate anymore?

Your leg throbs and you try to ignore the pain. This was instant karma for borderline sneaking around your students backs. Wouldn’t you be hurt if the shoe was on the other foot?

Yoongi stops walking suddenly and you almost plow into a stone pillar on the bridge that was overlooking the moonlit water, swirling in the murky river below. Your heart leaps in your chest and you ache for him. You’ve disappointed millions of people, your family, and friends but this was something altogether different.

You whip around to see him staring at the river down below. “Yoongi, I-“

“So, the rumors were true.” His deep tone cuts you to the bone, sending a shiver up your spine. “You are dating him.” Bitter resentment was all you could hear in his tone.

I am going to sue every gossip platform in the world once the Grand Prix is over, I swear.

“I was.” You say hurriedly, shaking your head. “Not anymore.”

His eyes shift to you, blinking slowly as if to drink you in. Yoongi’s one eyebrow pops up as he says, “What was that then?”

You take a deep breath and turn away from him, those tears you previously blinked away make a reappearance. “I am not sure.” You hug yourself, comforting your body which you notice is shaking once more. “It’s all rather complicated and I don’t understand why I said I’d meet him…I can’t explain why I said yes when I knew I should have said no…” You turn to him, a nervous smile worming its way up your face. “I shouldn’t…I should have told you all…But, I didn’t want to break anyone’s concentration…” Closing your eyes you relent, “I understand if this a lot and I understand if you have reservations about me being your c-coach.”

Exhaling a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding on to, you wonder for a moment if he’s left you alone on the bridge. You wouldn’t blame him. You certainly couldn’t imagine not having him as one of your students but you understand, truly, that this is way too much.

Stupidity comes at a high price and you are usually a millionaire in that department. After Hoshi told you to take your professional relationship more seriously with them, you have. You know that Yoongi has feelings for you. You know about Jimin and Hoseok as well. Now mix those complicated romantic feelings into your salad of partnership, coaching, teaching, friendship, and trust paired with a delicious side dish of your world-famous ex-boyfriend and you have the recipe for a shit storm.

You don’t open your eyes or move as sturdy, lithe arms wrap around your frame. Cedarwood and clove. Yoongi. Without saying anything, your eldest student pulls you into a hug and you can’t help but break down and sob. His touch was comforting and gentle. His long fingers stroke your back in soft swirling motions and you stain his black sweatshirt with salty, remorseful tears.

After a few more minutes of your confusion and frustration crying, your eyes dry and the sobbing ceases. You stay locked in an embrace, closing your eyes as you rest on Yoongi’s shoulder. The water laps at the bridge, cars pass by in the distance, people chatter in the restaurants nearby but all you can focus on is the beating of his heart. Slow and rhythmic, calming you down further.

You wondered if you looked like lovers on this bridge, wrapped around each other in a warm embrace…Your head on his shoulder, his face plastered in your hair…

This wasn’t the time to think of such things. Your life is not a movie - and certainly not a romantic comedy - even if it feels like one in the strangest times.

“Please don’t tell them yet, Yoongi…” You mumble into his neck. “I want to be the one to explain myself, but maybe once this whole thing is over. I don’t want to ruin anyone’s chances at the podium and qualifying for the Olympics…” You take a deep breath and exhale, “…Or should I say more than I already have.”

After a moment or two of silence and a locked embrace, all he does is nod his pale locks against you at your request.

“C’mon, coach,” Yoongi mutters in his low timbre and your heart leaps in it’s throat. He called you coach. He hasn’t given up on you yet. You can physically feel yourself inflate with glee. “Let’s go to back.”

A giant grin as well as a nod of your head is all you can deliver to him in silent happiness. Student and coach, you both walk arm-in-arm back to the hotel, none the wiser to the figure watching you in the shadows on the other side of the river.

—-

The whole day you’ve been in Vancouver, Canada, during the second day of men’s short programs during the Grand Prix, nobody has managed to break any personal bests or shift anyone’s placements. Numbers wise, it was not an exciting first day. Hoseok was sitting at a comfortable first place right now which you weren’t mad about at all, but you were worried it was going to change during these final days of the short programs. Then the long program - or free program - awaits you in the second leg of this competition. But, today wasn’t about Hoseok.

You shake your head, eyes focusing away from the list of sponsors and logos from around the world on the side of the boards, coming back to reality from your thinking haze.

Today was about your ice prince, Park Jimin, and your silent lightning, Min Yoongi.

You knew your youngest competitor was itching to topple his best, like so many are in these Grand Prix’s. Jimin rolled his shoulders in the pit, waiting for his time on center stage, shaking off any trepidation or anxiety he has pent up. Shaking his hands out in anticipation, you step next to his side while he hovers over you on his skates.

“Are you feeling okay, Park?” You ask gingerly as he looks down at you with a blank expression. The music fades and applause fills the arena as Jimin stares at you with an unreadable expression.

“I am the epitome of okay, coach.” Jimin smiles but not with his eyes as it’s his turn to step out onto the ice. He doesn’t look to you for some last minute advice or turn around to capture your attention once more.

Your heart sinks.

Puzzled, you watch as he gracefully greets the crowd with the air of dignity enraptured around him. He truly embodied his nickname, the Prince. You inhale deeply as you watch Jimin. Dammit you think biting your thumbnail with concern, I shouldn’t have said anything.

There are generally two sides you see of Jimin. One side is soft, open, complacent, complete boy-next-door vibes and he’s willing to help you in a moment’s notice. The other is mysterious, serious, aloof - all wrapped up with a sexy box. You were getting the closed-off, very pragmatic Jimin today it seems.

That’s fine because he skates better when he is in full concentration anyway. You just hope you didn’t screw that up too much.

Jimin’s music choice for his short program was somewhat predictable and very heavily overused in the skating world. But somehow, he still manages to make the Swan Lake by Tchaikovsky his own beautiful creation. The lights from the arena glitter off his custom made outfit and his silky grey hair is adorned with pops of black feathers as he takes center stage, cocooning himself into his body.

As the music begins, Jimin unfurls himself, his arms acting like bird wings. He is elegance on skates, gliding through the ice and the air with masterful precision. His facial expression is one of sorrow and deep sadness and you can’t take your eyes off him. Jimin moves off beat and your heart nearly leaps from your throat. You can feel the judges eyes narrow as they look at him, fingers typing, pens moving vigorously as he rotates slower than usual.

The music picks up, becoming louder, pulsing in the speakers as Jimin twizzles his way to the other side of the arena, preparing for his first jump. You hold your breath, eyes wide as he looks over at you.

He makes eye contact with you with a painful look on his face and you know that something is wrong. Terribly wrong. You shiver. This doesn’t feel right.

Oh, no.

He sets up for a triple flip, double toe, but ultimately he pops it only rotating once in the air and not completing the double toe at all. You chew your thumb, rocking side to side on the tips of your shoes. He never looks at you. You know something is wrong and you want to run out there and stop the performance right now. “He is not in a good head space to finish competing today.” You want to go out there and plead your case to the judges, make them understand that Jimin, the ice prince, is not well and shouldn’t be competing today.

But you can’t.

Helplessly, you stand on the sidelines, watching Jimin struggle to get through his routine he’s poured his heart and soul into. He under-rotates all his jumps in the first half, earning him red on his program tracker.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You scream in your head as you watch him move so slowly in his camel spin. You needed to do something, not only as his coach but as his support. He was almost done with this program, the step sequence was the last thing he needed to complete which Jimin excels at the best at.

You do something you’ve never done in your coaching career as you feel it is not professional, but you feel like it is the best thing to do at this moment.

“GO JIMIN!” You shout, leaning over the foam door to the rink. “GO, MY PRINCE!” By some miracle you notice the slight head nod he gives in acknowledgment. You notice the pep in his step as he hears you over the speakers, becoming a different person, being snapped out of the strange spell he was enchanted with.

Ice skating is just as much a mental sport as it is a physical sport. The more you are in your head, the more the muscle memory doesn’t want to perform. You know how hard it is to compete on bad days. You know what it’s like to have hundreds, thousands of eyes on you, judging every flick of your skate that’s out of place.

But, you know you need encouragement in the darkest of time too.

Jimin finishes his program with a bang, the crowd erupting into thunderous applause. You do the same as you cheer for him. He finished and he should be proud no matter what. He never gave up and you are so happy for that reason. He’s thrown temper tantrums off of the ice and in practice but never during a competition. Going out there when you aren’t prepared mentally is so hard. Regardless, you are proud of him as his coach and as his friend.

Body heaving, sweat now glittering his forehead, you watch Jimin pick up a few flowers from the ice that are thrown his way. Jimin bows to the judges and to the audience and you smile, hoping that all is well with your prince of the ice.

His eyes glitter with sadness as you greet him off the ice with a giant hug. He smells like defeat, vanilla, and cold air. “I’m sorry.” It’s all you can say as he towers over you. You hand him his skate guards as you are ushered into the “Kiss and Cry” portion of the pit, by the padded door to the ice.

“I should be apologizing.” He says leaning into you when you both sit on the bench. “I just got in my own way…again.” Jimin coos softly and quietly so the cameras don’t pick up what he’s saying to you.

With a shake of your head Jimin’s hand’s find yours, holding on tightly. Before you can look at him or say anything, the announcer produces the scores of your youngest student. Jimin grips your hand tightly as he gets a mediocre score. It’s not bad but it’s not great either.

You hug him suddenly. Pictures snap and you could hear the gossip blogs firing up their laptops, the sports commentators being disappointed in him. But not you. You are proud, no matter what. He finished and that’s all that matters.

“Coach?” He says as you furrow your brow, blinking back rogue tears. “What’s wrong?”

You are afraid he’s not going to be on the podium this year and that thought kills you. You because you couldn’t keep your stupid mouth shut. You are an idiot. Point, blank, period.

“Coach,” Jimin mumbles as the Grand Prix committee people start to shoo you away from the “Kiss and Cry”. “We have to go, coach. You have to go see Yoongi off.”

You nod, removing yourself and heading back to the foam door to the rink, your leg pulsing with pain. You wince but recover quickly. This wasn’t about you. Yoongi steps out onto the ice, looking like . The speakers throb with the announcer's voice, beckoning Yoongi to the ice.

Not wanting to make the same mistake, you simply nod your head and he mimics you. You swear there is something devious in his eyes and you do your best not to say anything, just smiling as he rolls his shoulders and neck, preparing for his performance. He rockets out of the gateway, presenting the judges and cameras with a gummy grin.

His white hair is slicked back, away from his pale face. The lights in the arena make him look like he is on fire with his flowing bell-shaped neon orange shirt that melts into his neon electric blue pants. He was skating to Heart-Break Hotel by the one and only Elvis Presley today and you thought it was a very fitting song for the way he was potentially feeling.

What was he feeling? Come to think of it… What are you thinking? About Seokjin…About Yoongi…About everything….?

You give a shake of your head. You had texted Seokjin after he had decided to blow up your phone last night, telling him you made a mistake and to not contact you again. It was the best thing for you. It was the best thing for the little team you worked so hard to build up.

The eldest takes the center ice, a smirk on his lips as he gets into position. You hoped he was okay. You didn’t get a chance to step over to him before his performance because you have been so worried about Jimin. Yoongi is in a lane of his own. He doesn’t like to be coddled like Jimin does nor does he want you yelling and cheering like Hoseok longs for. No, Yoongi is far more reserved. He leaves all his emotions for his routines, getting all his emotions out on the ice.

Which you wholeheartedly relate to.

Silent Lightning is what they call Yoongi. You weren’t sure if it was because of his hair or if it had something to do with the fact that when he takes off for a jump, the strike of the pick on the front bit of the skate is often way quieter than normal skaters. Regardless, either way he is quiet, impactful, full of energy while the storm brews around him, just like lightning.

The music begins and two things happen. Your jaw drops and your heart nearly stops.

You want to move, but your feet have decided they are permanently glued to their stop for this moment. Gasps ring out all over the ice rink. His music has been switched. This is not Heart-Break Hotel by Elvis Presley. This is Fade by Kanye West. You stand there in stunned silence, watching Yoongi passionately dance on the edges of his blade to this powerful, very spicy song selection. You worry for a minute that someone has tried to sabotage him, trying to ruin his concentration and flow. But, you catch a glint in his dark eyes that explains everything.

He comes over to the side of the arena you are after a triple Salchow, triple loop while the stadium is ignited in a frenzy of clapping along to the beat. You make eye contact with Yoongi, his lips placed in a soft smirk on his handsome face.

What a little sneak! He changed his music while you were focused on Jimin! You scream as you close your mouth, blinking rapidly as you continue to watch the program Yoongi unfurls before you.

Feeling the rush of adrenaline kicking in, the flashing cameras on your astonished face, and the feeling of dread and maybe a press conference and some interviews after this, it’s safe to say you feel overwhelmed. You desperately want to make a run for it. You can’t take your eyes off of Yoongi who keeps the same routine, just with this new song.

You hate to admit it, but he is on fire. He lands a triple lutz, double toe-loop and the crowd is eating from his hands. You secretly are cheering on the inside but show no emotion on the outside. This song suits him and the routine very nicely.

It doesn’t hurt that Yoongi is spinning so fast and elegant, turning sharply, hitting every beat with precision and raw emotion. He is skating like an extension of yourself. This isn’t just a routine to him. This isn’t just muscle memory and athleticism. This is him: who he is, full of passion, force, and love trapped in his lithe frame. The music is merely there for show, the tip of the iceberg. You should watch his face for what lies beneath the surface of the usually stoic and cold ice. You know because of last night, he made this switch to his program music. He was telling you how he felt in more words than one and it was hard to be mad at him because he landed his last combo jump, albeit, he did place a hand on the ice to steady himself.

Yoongi has never skated so hot on the cold ice and it was a joy to see. You wonder if he will topple his personal best here? You could only hold on and hope that he doesn’t get written up for playing Kanye West in the middle of the Grand Prix. You hope this doesn’t stop him from qualifying for the winter games.

He ends his program with a flying spin into a sit spin perfectly in sync to the song and you can’t help but crack a smile. It was perfect, Yoongi performed amazingly. Yoongi picks up a flower from the ice, a red rose, and skates back to the padded door of entry.

“Yoongi!” You remark, a gleeful grin spreads across your face. “That was amazing!” Yoongi mirrors your expression as he gets ready to pull you into a hug, stepping off the ice.

An arm slinks across your shoulders, a high pitched squeaky snicker hits your ears, and you freeze. No. “I would treat you like the queen you know you are.” You had your chance already, didn’t you? He whispers in your ear, lips brushing your flesh, making your pelvic floor clench around nothing. Your heartbeat increases as you meekly step aside for him to glide onto the ice. “Now, watch how a king skates.”

Kim Seokjin.

He is called to the ice and if you thought the arena was loud with Yoongi, it’s about twice that now that the “King” is not the ice. Seokjin bows and laughs, dark eyes sweeping the building before they are pitched with rich intensity, gaze directed at you.

“Coach-!” Yoongi wraps you into a tight, silent hug, pulling you away from the allure that is Kim Seokjin. You are grateful for Yoongi, knowing he is sensitive, picking up on your emotions. He simply takes your hand and holds it in yours

You both are ushered into the Kiss and Cry. He holds your hand tightly as you close your eyes until the voice slithers through the speakers. The scores are requested and just as you have suspected, Yoongi has flung his way to the top and earned a new personal best. Hoseok was now sitting in second place and hopefully he was still proud of his short program he’s trained his heart out for.

Rejoicing is heard and Yoongi dives in for another hug and you allow it. You are over the moon but trying to remain the professional, level headed coach the team has come to rely on you to be.

“I’ll talk to you about your music later.” You chide Yoongi as you get up. He laughs in response but doesn’t say anything to you, towering over you on his skate guards.

You make your way back to where you have collected your things, Jimin waiting for you in the pit, skates off, wearing a jacket with your last name on the back of it. He congratulates Yoongi, sharing a sweaty hug and smiles between the two. The sea of people chant our ex-boyfriend’s name and you think you are going to be sick, but you are betrayed by our body once more, looking to the ice as the world champion is about to perform. “Do you want to watch the King?” Jimin asks, pointing to the man in all black. The crowd then turns their attention to the middle of the ice, quieting down as Kim Seokjin steals the show.

Your blood runs cold as you realize what song he has chosen to skate to. Lay All Your Love on Me by ABBA. But, your body was on fire as you watch him, eyes drinking him in. You squint your eyes as his movements seem vaguely familiar. This isn’t right. The little hairs are standing up on the back of your neck, your body telling you to run instead of staying and watching.

He is skating your Olympic performance. Your failed Olympic performance.

“Isn’t this…?” Jimin mumbles, head turning to face you suddenly. You couldn’t look away.

“Coach, we need to go.” Yoongi demands, placing his long, cold fingers on your shoulder. But, you don’t wake up from the spell your ex has placed you under.

Seokjin lands a quad loop and you have flashbacks to the night you let not only your country but your coach, your family, your fans, and most importantly yourself down. You know you have trauma and major performance anxiety, causing you to never step foot on the ice but even hearing the song White spots dance in the corners of your vision, your mouth feels dry, and your knees buckle. You feel weak, like you are going to vomit up all the coffee you drank today.

You grip Jimin’s arm and Yoongi’s side weakly as you plummet to the ground.

“Help…me…”

The roar of the crowd drowned out your plea. Nonetheless, both Jimin and Yoongi grab onto you as your head lulls to the side, knees giving out as your eyesight becomes increasingly dark as you struggle to remain conscious. Your students yell to get a medic and yell at you but all you can focus on is the way you can hear the crowd chant “Kim Seokjin” over and over like a prayer.

Cameras not only flash in Seokjin’s direction but yours as well and even though you aren’t competing, you are once again letting down everyone you love in this world.

Go figure.

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#mintedmango #therealmintedmango #bts #yoongi #go figure #go figure! #suga #hoseok #ice skating au #Jimin #park Jimin #min Yoongi #Jung Hoseok #jung hoseok x reader #min yoongi x reader #bts x reader #park jimin x reader #jimin x reader #Seokjin #Kim Seokjin #Kim Seokjin x reader #ice skating

[biaswreckmepls]

hi there! thank you for all the recs btw i’ve been enjoying it :) however, do you have any athlete au possibly about Vmin if doesn’t have then possibly any other ships? Thanks so much!!

Tysm! I can find some: 

Vmin + Sports AU/Athlete AU

hooters on peachtree by jjks (College AU, Soccer AU, One-shot, 34K, E, Jimin is a soccer player and Tae is a waiter at their usual restaurant)

come up for air by lissome (College AU, Swimming AU, One-shot, 10K, E, Jimin and Tae are both on the swim team)

i hate you (to the moon and back) by giventae (College AU, Soccer AU, 11 Chapters, 82K, E, Jimin and Tae are both captains of the same soccer team, enemies to lovers)

Dancing on Thin Ice by AmeBae (Ice Skating AU, 19 Chapters, 19K, M, Jimin is an Olympic figure skater and Tae is the younger brother of the guy who owns the ice rink)

Hope you like these!

#ask #anonymous #bts fic rec #bangtan fic rec #vmin #vmin fic rec #sports au #athlete au #hooters on peachtree #jjks #college au #soccer au #come up for air #lissome #swimming au #i hate you (to the moon and back) #giventae #dancing on thin ice #amebae #ice skating au

[mysticalhouseofcards]

Here's a cute ask. Which of bts' s/o know how to ice skate? Not specifically a pro, but atleasts know how to balance theirself and you know—skate 😆

⛷️ let's see 🏂 :

Namjoon's : YES

Seokjin's : YES

Yoongi's : NO

Hoseok's : YES

Jimin's : NO

Taehyung's : NO

Jungkook's : YES

#Aria #ice skating #bts soulmate au #bts yes or no #bts readings #bts kpop #kpop tarot blog #kpop readings #pendulum reading

[bangtansficrec]

hi love! hope all is well and good for you~ i just read a vkook called fall asleep (fall for you) and i loved it despite never rly being into vkook. if you could find me some enemies to lovers, vkook roommates au id be super grateful!! thanks

hi anon!! fall asleep (fall for you) is definitely a beautiful fic, i totally get why you loved it :) i did my best to find you some enemies to lovers/roommate taekook aus, i couldn't find any works that combine the two though :( sorry for having to wait so long, i hope you like these!

Enemies to lovers au

ღ cut out all the ropes (let me fall) by aeterisks {E, 76,7k} [this one is beautiful!! i love aeterisks's writing style, it's a model au]

ღ (Maybe I Love You) We're Too Young For That by kaihua {M, 152,8k} [this is a really famous one and it's nice to read, idol jk au]

ღ Then there's the landing by Sharleena {E, 45,9k} [a gorgeous story, ice skating au]

Roommate au

ღ supercut of us by marienadine {M, 4,8k} [okay so normally i don't really rec locked fics where you need an ao3 acc but you should really read this!! it's adorable]

ღ I've got a place for you (right in my heart) by springleaves {M, 29,4k} [taehyung is in need of a roof above his head and jungkook is in need of a person to keep him company]

ღ that thing you did, do it again by RNA {E, 41,4k} [taekook become new roommates and a whole lot of stuff happens, a little more on the angsty side]

that's it for now, i hope you like these stories!! have a lot of fun reading them.

#ask fic #taekook fic rec #taekook fic #taekook au #taehyung fic #jungkook fic #enemies to lovers #enemies to lovers au #roommate au #enemies to lovers taekook #roommates taekook #ice skating au #model fic #angst fic #light fic #fluffy fic #fluff fic #long fic #short fic #bts fic rec #bts fic #bts au #wonderful stories #wonderful authors #wonderful life #enjoy my loves

[bittersweetsongbirdsworld]

So show me (I'll show you)

After his terrible accident on the ice, Kim Namjoon must give up his passion for skating and find a new career. Not wanting to give up the cold, but thrilling adventures of winter, he decided to hire himself a snowboarding instructor. Well, he's in luck. By mere coincidence, he is set up with the gold medalist, Kim Seokjin, champion of snowboarding for the last five years. Will these two be able to keep things between them professional, or will one of them slip up at the worlds biggest game?

🏂🏻1/?

#namjin #taekook #yoonmin #jhope #original character #love #bts #bts fluff #big yeet #snowboarding au #snowboarding #snow #ice skating au #ice skating #gay #gaylove #gayguy #gay cute #gay male beauty

[inkblotsandbubblegum]

Ice Skates (JJK x Reader)

Author: inkblotsandbubblegum

Pairing: You / Jungkook

Rating: PG +13 (swearing, no F-bombs tho;))

Genre: bts!college au, bts!ice hockey au, romantic comedy

Summary: Jeon Jungkook is apart of the best college ice hockey team in the nation. He and his 6 best friends always practice with their coach, Bang Sihyuk, at the rink in their college. That’s why he’s shocked, and a little offended, to see a figure skater, a figure skater of all things, taking up the whole damn rink!

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“Jungkook, hurry up!” Jeon Jungkook’s best friend, Kim Taehyung, shouts to him, the deep sound reverberating through the thin, cheap walls.

“I am hurrying!” Jungkook shouts back frantically, pulling his usual Timberlands over thick, wooly penguin socks that Namjoon had gotten him for Christmas last month. “Can you get me a water?” Taehyung made a sound of agreement, and seconds later, Jungkook hears the steady sound of water hitting metal.

Jungkook rushes out of the room he shares with Taehyung and his other best friend, Park Jimin. His hair is a mess, the black strands flopping everywhere over his forehead. Jungkook brushes quickly past Taehyung, his giant hockey bag hitting every available surface on the way out. “Yah, you brat! Take your damn water bottle!”

Jungkook immediately apologizes sheepishly, taking the water from Taehyung, who still looks grumpy. He can’t blame him; this is the the fifth time their hockey coach, Bang Sihyuk, called them in for extra practice this week, and it’s only Wednesday! The two make their way down the dorm steps that lead out of the lobby, locking the room door on the way out. They hurry outside, cold hair and biting snowflakes instantly hitting Jungkook’s warm, honey-tanned face.

He can’t help but smile and take a big gulp of air, nodding along to whatever Taehyung was telling him. An angry, slightly rough voice breaks Jungkook from his pleasent winter feelings. “Hurry up, brats! I wanna get this over with so I can go sleep! Don’t you dare keep hyung waiting!” Min Yoongi.

“Coming, hyung!” Taehyung smiles his big, boxy smile and pulls Jungkook along by the strap of his bag. Jungkook slings the heavy cargo into the open trunk of the van, sighing when the weight was released from his aching shoulder. It was the same shoulder that Kim Namjoon had shot a puck into the week before. The older man was so guilty is was almost funny; begging Jungkook’s forgiveness, even going as far as attempting to make him breakfast in bed, which just ended up in an almost-house fire, a pile of horribly-cut, burnt unions sitting in the middle of it all.

What Namjoon was planning to make for breakfast with onions, Jungkook didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Regardless, Jungkook had forgiven him even before Namjoon had nearly separated his shoulder. A funny, windshield-wiper laugh from Kim Seokjin startled Jungkook out of his thoughts. He wasn’t sure what his hyung was laughing at, but Jin’s laugh always seemed to make him smile, no matter the situation.

After that, the short car ride to the on-campus ice rink was filled with laughter, American music, and Yoongi and Namjoon’s butchered schreeching that they called singing.

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The boys step out of the car, rowdy from being stuck in the van, even if it was for a short amount of time. Jungkook and the others go around to the trunk, grab their bags, and get to work immediately. They head straight for the locker room, not bothering to check the rink as they know it’s empty; they’re the best college ice hockey team in the nation, so no one really tried to stop them when they claimed the campus ice rink at random times of the day.

Jungkook plopped down on the bench, pulling off his boots and overcoat. He was left in a ratty dryfit and old compression leggings with a hole in the upper back thigh; he needed new under-gear. He strapped on his shin guards first. Next came his giant hockey socks, securing them with the tabs on his leggings. Jungkook made quick work with his shorts, skates, shoulder guards, elbow pads, and to top it all off, his black and white number 97 BTS jersey.

Jungkook set his helmet straight, clipping on his mouth guard, grabbing his stick, and making the awkward shuffle walk out of the locker room with Taehyung, Jimin, and Jung Hoseok, who were all already finished dressing. He joked with his hyungs, in a relatively good mood until he saw the rink. It wasn’t empty.

“Who the hell is that?” Jimin sounded confused.

“And why’s she on our rink?” Taehyung sounded pissed. Jungkook shrugged, squinting hard at the girl. He couldn’t see her face, as her back was turned to him. He saw h/c hair whipping around as the girl twisted and turned on the ice. She was wearing a blush pink knit sweater, black leggings, and a black beanie. Her hands had no gloves on them, but that’s not what Jungkook was interested in. He was interested in her skates. They were white with beautiful, swirling blue patterns that pumped through the ice skates like pulsating veins, alive and moving.

The girl turned around, just barely. Jungkook couldn’t see much except a flash of her left cheek, but Hoseok made a startled gasping sound. Jungkook ignored it and made his way onto the ice, dropping his helmet ringside, having full intentions of getting the mysterious girl off of the—their—rink. “Jungkook!” Hoseok hissed, making a grab for the younger boy, just barely glancing over the back of his shirt. “Jungkook, stop!”

Jungkook shrugged him off, skating easily over to the girl, who had completely ignored him since he had stepped a skate on the ice. “Excuse me, lady?” Jungkook knew he was being rude, but he couldn’t help it. He was thinking of another snarky way to get her to leave the ice rink when she turned around and—holy shit Jungkook almost choked on the frosty air.

The girl was beautiful. No, not just beautiful, but so. . .so strikingly gorgeous that he nearly fell on his padded ass. Her h/l h/c hair spilled from the beanie, resting around her body. Her eyes were deep and curious, slightly miffed, but at what, Jungkook didn’t remember because jesus this girl shocked him into next Tuesday. Her skin was perfect, a few acne scars creeping up her flawless jawline, not that Jungkook noticed or even cared.

The girl’s eyelashes were thick and long, moving up and down gently as she blinked. Her full lips were red and rosy, slightly shiny from a layer of clear, sticky lipgloss. Jungkook noticed that her cheeks and the tip of her cute nose were also red from the biting cold in the rink. Her perfect mouth was moving like she was talking, but Jungkook heard no sound coming out, so lost in the girl’s stunningly gorgeous exterior. She snapped her ring-laden fingers in front of his face to pull his attention back to her. “Hey! You in there?”

Jungkook thought he died when he heard her voice. Sweet and quiet, dripping with honey, slightly raspy from the cold, dry air of winter. “I-uh-yeah.” Suddenly, before he could stop himself, Jungkook blurted the next words out of his mouth, clapping a gloved hand over it the next second. “Get off of our rink!”

The girl’s ethereal face twisted into annoyance; her soft eyebrows knit together, her eyes narrowed and darkened, and her cute little mouth pulled into a pout. “Who are you again?”

Jungkook gathered himself hastily before he answered, cursing himself when he stuttered. “J-Jeon Jungkook.”

“Ahh!” She made a sound of understanding. Her facial expressions went from annoyed to even more annoyed. “So you’re the hockey assholes everyone’s been telling me about, right? What’s your team? Something like BLT or some shit?”

The beautiful, mystery girl insulting his team sort of grounded him, planting his feet back on the ice where they should be. He grit his teeth together. “It’s BTS.”

“Oh, okay.” She frowned a little. “So, anything else you need besides telling me to get off of your rink?”

“W-well.” Jungkook wasn’t quite sure what to do next. “Usually when you tell someone to leave, they get the hint.”

The girl shrugged, skating away gracefully, hair flicking his exposed nose. “Looks like I didn’t get the hint. Oh well. So sad.”

Jungkook just stood there, slightly slipping on his skates as he watched the girl’s retreating figure glide across the ice. Who the hell was she. . ?

(Unedited)

#bts #x reader #jjk #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #hockey #college au #alternate universe #fanfic #kookie #jung kook #figure skating #ice hockey #romance #comedy #lolz #please read #im dead #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin

[thereaderstea]

Pairing: barista!Jungkook x figure skater!Jimin Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 2.3k Genre: pure fluff and cuteness || figure skating au (+ a smau) Rating: Teens and Up Audiences Warnings/tags: first dates, misunderstanding, they’re whipped for each other, your face might hurt from smiling so much, flirting, teasing, fluff and cuteness overload, gentleman!Jungkook

Summary: In which the cute barista Jimin has been crushing on has no idea Jimin is an Olympic figure skater and asks him out on an ice skating date.

Misunderstandings on Ice by NaHe [ao3]

Maybe if Jimin was a stronger man, he would have come clean right then, but he was feeling pretty weak.

I am also feeling pretty weak for Jikook’s cute and fluffy first date. I couldn't stop smiling and squealing at their sweet and slightly awkward but all-too-endearing interactions—please every time Jimin "wobbled" and Jungkook swooped in, I swooned. I love the idea of Jimin, an Olympic figure skater, tossing aside his years and years of training on the ice because the cute barista said he wouldn't let Jimin slip on the ice (I mean, I can’t blame him, tho).

Also, the ending had me in fits of giggles (Jungkook's wheeze!), and while Jungkook reassured Jimin and kept him from falling on the ice during their date, I can imagine Jungkook tripping over himself in awe watching Jimin figure skate.

So [Jimin] took [Jungkook’s] hand, walking into the ice like a newborn calf. If any of his trainers saw him now they might just burst a vein.

~*~

and that’s the Tea brewed by tor-mon

#misunderstandings on ice #nahe #bts jimin #bts jungkook #fluff #figure skating au #ice skating au #read on ao3 #bts fanfic #fanfic review #the reader's tea

[yo0nmint]

Both rivals and lovers ❄️⛸

#Jimin #Yoongi #min yoongi #park jimin #yoonmin moodboard #moodboard #bts #figure skating #ice skating #skating #au #yoonmin #yoonmin au #bangtan