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bts-hyperfixation · 6 months

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Outside of the fox

Chapter 21 of 30

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Y/N longs for a new life when the one she'd been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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It's late by the time someone emerges from your room. You dread to think what it's going to smell like when you finally get a chance to go back in. You grumble at the thought of having to sleep with the window open letting the winter air in.

You, Hobi, and Taehyung all glance towards the stairs as the sound of heavy footsteps patter down. Namjoon seems a little shocked when he finds you all watching him from the sofa.

"I thought you guys might've all gone to bed by now." He says, scratching at the back of his neck.

"I might've if my bed had been available." You shrugged.

"And we couldn't leave her out here all alone," Taehyung added.

"Right, of course, sorry." The bear mumbled.

You were hoping to have a little bit of fun with him, but it was clear by his expression much more serious conversations had been happening behind that closed door than you had realised. Namjoon shuffled his way to the kitchen, grabbing snacks and water. Clumsily, he dropped the bottles from his arms as he tried to balance too many at once. The man looks close to exasperated tears as he bends down to collect the dropped goods, failing more than once to also keep the crisps in his hands from tumbling too. You jumped up off the sofa and took the drinks away from him before they triggered him into a full meltdown.

He looked up at you, smiling tiredly and accepted your help without objection. You trail behind him as he wanders up the stairs and back into your room.

The other three men are cuddled up on your small temporary bed, a clear empty spot where Namjoon had once been near the headboard. Both Jimin and Jungkook's eyes were rimmed red, and the panda was attached like a limpet to Jungkook, covering every inch of the younger man that he could manage.

Yoongi was laying precariously on the edge, petting Jungkook's hair. Each eyed you curiously as you walked in behind Namjoon, but no one acted territorially like you thought they might. You placed the bottles on your bedside table and went to make a quick exit but a whine came from the middle of the cuddle pile.

You glance back at Jungkook to find him staring at you.

"I'm sorry Kookie, I didn't mean to interrupt." You say, still making your way out of the door to give them more time alone.

You reach to shut the door, but Jungkook pushes Jimin away enough to allow him to sit up. The sudden movement dislodges the delicate balance Yoongi had created; he lands with a rather loud thud on the hard floor. You cringe as you watch him rub the sore spot on his hip, suppressing a growl aimed at the rather apologetic-looking bunny.

Namjoon walks around the bed to help Yoongi up and Jungkook's attention turns back to you.

"Can you stay?" He asks nervously.

"I'm not sure there is enough room for me in here." You say, glancing back at Yoongi.

Yoongi inspects the newly forming bruise.

"I think I might need to go get some ice anyway." The jackal comments. "Are you okay if I go for a minute love?"

Jungkook nods, dismissing the older man, before patting the vacant space next to him. You think about it for a second but relent and do as you're told, climbing into the limited space of your own sheets.

Jungkook allows himself to be reclaimed into Jimin's embrace, but his forehead is pressed against your leg. You glance up at Namjoon but he just looks fondly down at his younger pack members before repositioning himself in the spot that he had left behind.It doesn't take long for Jimin and Namjoon to drift off and Yoongi never reappears. Jungkook's wide eyes stay open and focused up on you. The intensity makes you squirm. He blinks owlishly slow.

"I like that you are here now," he states.

You aren't particularly sure if he is looking for a response. You aren't particularly sure you have a response. It's okay because he continues before you get the chance.

"I didn't before... I didn't know what you'd be like... The only woman I've ever really known is my mum, and she left." He says.

Suddenly some of Jungkook's behaviour clicks into place. Not all of it, but it's like maybe you might've finally found the corner pieces in his puzzle.

"Didn't you have any friends that were girls when you were younger?" You ask, lowering your voice to a whisper to avoid waking the others.

He shakes his head, cringing a little as Jimin stirs on top of him. You both watch and wait for the redhead to resettle before he continues.

"Dad kept me and my brothers at home to be homeschooled after mum left. Said it wasn't safe for bunnies like us to go outside. Of course, my brothers are all older than me, they had gone to real school and had made friends, but I was too little when she went..."

Jungkook continued to tell you more about his home life. All in all, it didn't seem all that different to your own, other than the fact he had more family members to instil fear in him.

He tells you all about the horror stories his brothers used to tell him about scary predators that ate little bunnies and the awful humans that wanted to lock him away in a hutch.

Of course, eventually, his brothers moved out, finding happiness with the people they had managed to meet before their mother left. None of them remembered the terrifying tales they had teased their younger brother with growing up.

But Jungkook remembered.

He'd spent many nights lying awake cringing away from shadows that reminded him of those monsters they had described. His fears were only reinforced by his own father's agoraphobia.

Then when his father passed away, Jungkook had been too afraid to reach out to his brothers for help. Instead, he chose to live in their old family home until the electric was switched off and the water stopped running.

That's where Jimin found him. Sent on a mission from the shelter, he recovered the poor rabbit from the debris of his old life and ushered him home. It seemed Jimin had a habit of picking up strays...

By the time Jungkook had finished telling you his story, his eyes were drooping, millimetres from closing completely. But you could only focus on the haunted expression hidden inside. It was evident that no matter how content he felt in this home, he would never feel completely safe, not if he goes on like this.

You absentmindedly reach out to pet his hair, dragging the strands through your fingers until you hear him softly snoring. Then you rest your own head back against Namjoon's chest, drifting off in a position that will no doubt leave you with an obnoxious kink in your neck.

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AN: Sorry guys didn't mean to go MIA. My grandfather passed away so I had to fly home to be with my family and then I was getting back into work. Hopefully, I am back in action for now. Sorry, this is a short one.

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eleni-cherie · 9 months

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a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg [COMPLETED] masterlist

"so eager to be in a headlock again?"

"only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

[sequel to 'among thieves || bts • pjm' - can be read independently!!]

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list of all chapters:

intro | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 1.0 | 1.1 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 | 1.6 | 1.7 | 1.8 | epilogue

— word count: 72k

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

I don't wanna spoil too much, but all members play a role in this story!

— song recommendations/inspirations:

agust d - haegeum

(g)i-dle - dahlia

the neighbourhood - sweater weather

marina - superstar

zayn - rear view & love like this

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IDEA/STORY/CHARACTERS BASED ON MY PREVIOUS JIMIN FANFIC "AMONG THIEVES". TBH I DIDN'T PLAN TO WRITE THIS YOONGI SEQUEL BUT THEN I SAW THE FOLLOWING GIFS OF HIM AND SOYEON BACK TO BACK AND WAS LIKE "GODDAMN I NEED TO WRITE ABOUT THESE TWO!!!"

PROTAGONISTS:

MIN YOONGI AS HIMSELF; RETIRED THIEF / MASTER SWORD FIGHTER / INVOLUNTARY GETAWAY DRIVER

JEON SOYEON AS HERSELF; HUNTED NORMIE / FUGITIVE SONGWRITER / INVOLUNTARY STOWAWAY

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

NOT FREE FROM LINGUISTIC ERRORS - ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE.

DON’T BE A GHOST READER. LIKE, COMMENT & SHARE THIS STORY IF YOU LIKE IT :))

DEDICATED TO EVERYONE WHO’S READING THIS FANFIC. BUT ESPECIALLY TO @taexual WHO HELPED ME WITH THE DESCRIPTION AND MANY OTHER THINGS!

CHECK OUT MY OTHER STORIES AS WELL:

polaris ✨ bts • kth

private affair ✨ ksj

8 mile ✨ myg

lonely hearts club ✨ kth

among thieves ✨ bts • pjm

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lookingforluna · 2 years

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Empty Love: 06 || jjk

❥ Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

❥ Word Count: 2.3k

❥ Rating: M

❥ Genre: angst, fluff, idol!au, childhood friends to lovers au, slow-burn

❥ Warnings: swearing, angst, eventual smut in the future

❥ Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends since childhood, but lately, things have been off. He starts canceling plans and begins acting a little cold towards you. However, the sudden revelation of your sex life might cause things to change dramatically, specifically your future with him.

❥ A/N: I will make a series masterlist post for this fic soon because I realized this will be longer than my other series! Thank you for supporting me and staying with this story.💙

❥ Previous Chapter: Chapter 5

RECAP

"Jungkook," Jimin says quickly, "it was him," he repeats confidently and loudly as if he had just won a prize. You watch as the look in Jungkook's eyes changes, and before you can stop yourself, you're blurting out a different name.

"Tae. It was Taehyung," you say quickly without a second to process it.

Taehyung's head whips around quickly, his eyes landing on yours, the shock dripping through. Jimin's stare is flickering back and forth between you and Jungkook, an unsure look in his eyes.

One thing was certain. Everyone, including yourself, was ultimately side swept by the answer you just revealed. You were in some serious shit, and now you dragged Taehyung into it too.

Jungkook lets out a loud scoff in disbelief. He couldn't believe the name that had just flown out of his mouth.

"So that's why you were so quick to share a bed with him," he sneers, standing up from his spot next to you before glancing between you and Taehyung.

Your brows rise in alarm as you try to pull yourself out of bed, finding his comment insulting. The two of you are standing chest to chest, breathing heavy, his brown eyes piercing into yours, a wild look swimming in them.

"That's not true," you mutter, jaw clenched as you try to stop yourself from saying anything you would later regret.

You could tell that he was furious about the whole situation, and you shouldn’t have said Taehyung’s name. You couldn’t admit that the blissful dream you had was about Jungkook because that would only create endless problems.

"Well, I don't care. You're not sharing a room with Taehyung anymore," he roars, just as Namjoon and Jin enter the room, the commotion waking them up.

"What's going on here?"

Jimin is the first to answer Jin's question after being silent throughout the entire uproar.

"Y/N had a wet dream about Taehyung, and now Jungkook doesn't want her to share a room with him," Jimin replies with a smug look on his face, clearly enjoying the drama.

You should know by now that Jimin can be very blunt with his words, especially when he tries to get a reaction from you. He took every opportunity to embarrass you and make your cheeks flush with his sexual remarks.

The tips of Jin’s ears begin to turn red as he comprehends the type of situation he walked into. The look that sets in on Joon’s face is the exact opposite. Instead, disappointment fills his eyes.

This was definitely not the way he expected the tour to begin, but here he was being thrown into an entirely unusual and new situation.

What else did he expect from the maknae line?

You all watch as Joon runs his hands through his tousled hair, his lips opening to speak.

"Well, who is she going to sleep with now?"

You feel awkward standing there as you wait for an answer, unsure if you should speak up or let them handle it. At this point, you felt like you'd be rotating through each boy's bed, and that was not something you wanted.

"Me."

Your head snaps up at the deep voice. The statement was more of a demand than a suggestion, only causing an unusual feeling to stir in your stomach.

"I invited her, so she's staying with me. End of discussion," Jungkook explains, his eyes never wavering from yours.

His gaze feels intense, eyes unwavering from yours. You want to protest and demand you stay with someone else, but you can't find your voice. Your head just nods in agreement, your body taking over.

"Now, since that's settled, we need to get ready for the interview," Joon reminds everyone as he makes his way out in a rush, Jin following in tow.

A low-sounding whistle causes you and Jungkook to break eye contact turning to locate the source of such a suggestive sound.

"Now, this should be interesting," Jimin smirks as he looks at the three of you.

"So you have a wet dream about Taehyung, but now you’re sharing a room with Jungkook. I must admit I’m feeling very left out," he pouts, only making the situation worse for you.

A glare sets over Jungkook's face just as he lifts his leg kicking Jimin in his side. Jimin clutches his side in pain before running out and screaming at the top of his lungs, Jungkook trailing him.

Suddenly silence takes over, and you’re left in the room alone with Taehyung. He remains in the same position, still lounging on the bed, only this time, his eyes look up at you curiously. You can't help but feel a little awkward as he stares at you, waiting for some words to fall out of your mouth. After what seems like hours but, in reality, a minute or two, he finally opens his mouth to speak.

"Your dream wasn't about me, was it?"

Your eyes dart over to him, surprised that he would ask that. No words were needed on your part, though, as the look on your face only confirmed his suspicions.

"Who was it?"

The short and direct question makes you feel uneasy as he moves, perching upon his elbow, excitement dancing across his face as he awaits your answer. Your eyes are only narrow as you lift a pillow, ready to hit him for prying so much.

"Okay, okay, never mind. Just don't hit me," he yelps, raising his hands in surrender, not wanting to experience your wrath.

"Good," you huff out before grabbing your items and making your way to the bathroom. Even though you wouldn't be a part of the interview, you still had to look good. You were traveling with the boys that looked like Greek statues. You needed to at least pretend to be on their level.

After the somewhat awkward ride to the show, you could finally breathe. During the entire car ride, you sat silently, unsure what to say.

Just to your luck, you had to sit between Jungkook and Taehyung, the three of you not saying a word to each other.

Now here you were in the dressing room, watching as the boys added finishing touches to their hair and makeup. You had been feeling quite out of place ever since the event that had happened earlier in the morning.

The only two people you felt comfortable talking to were Hobi and Yoongi, the pair either having no idea about what occurred or not showing it.

"Are you excited to finally see us in idol mode?" Hobi asks you excitedly as he plops down on the couch beside you, his arm swinging around your shoulder.

"Yea, I'm excited to see what you guys are like on TV," you reply, smiling while glancing at the other boys.

Jungkook and Taehyung both sat in the chair, getting their hair fixed, while Jin and Jimin were munching on some fruits in the corner. Joon was in the other room putting on his outfit, and of course, Yoongi was on the other couch taking a quick nap.

"Y/N," your head turns in the direction of Taehyung, a small smirk fixed on his lips as his eyes connect with yours through the mirror.

"Do you think I look sexier with the top of the shirt buttoned? Or unbuttoned? Your opinion is important to me," he smirks, playfulness swimming behind the blue contacts.

You can feel Jungkook's eyes burning into you as you stare at Taehyung, wanting to kill him for putting you in this situation.

"U-Um unbuttoned," you mumble before turning away and hearing a loud scoff leaving Jungkook's mouth at your answer.

Your head whips around at the sudden sound, your eyes narrowing at the dark-haired boy sitting before you.

"What? If you have something to say, then say it," you harshly spit out, suddenly growing tired of Jungkook's behavior.

"I do have something to say. Why don't you broadcast it to the entire world that you want to get into Taehyung's pants? First the bed and now this," he harshly bellows, his voice deeper than usual as he feels the heat rushing to his face.

"That's not true. I never said anything like that," you loudly shout as you stomp over to him, your feet stopping right in front of him.

All of the crew members have long left the room; their work finished for the day as they check out the interview area. The only bodies left in place included the seven other boys and yourself. It was then that you realized all eyes were on the two of you.

"Pssh please, y/n. I can see the way you drool over him. You'd bend over for him in a second if he offered to fuck you," Jungkook grunts as he shakes his head, jaw clenching as his eyes flicker between you and Taehyung.

You don't know where your sudden boldness comes from, but without thinking, your hand flies over to the glass of water, and without thinking, you pour it onto his head, the water running down the sides of his face and wetting his clothes.

You can hear the loud gasps from the other members as they witness you lose control, finally letting your feelings of anger take over.

"That's for being an asshole," you screech at him before grabbing your purse, pushing through the back doors, and running towards the black SUV.

Your hands shield your face as you hear the screams of hundreds of girls, their voices getting louder as they seem to notice you. Before you even realize it, you hear flashes and clicks going off. You feel the heat rushing to your face as fear builds within you.

What if they attacked you? What if they saw your face?

Quickly the driver helps you into the van, shutting it closed before any of the fans can get closer. You pray that questions of you wouldn't arise on Twitter. You pray that they would consider you to be a stylist or just someone who works at the company.

Today turned out differently than you expected. You just wanted to enjoy seeing the boys in work mode for once, but instead, here you are on your way back to the hotel, utterly furious.

You couldn’t believe Jungkook and the way he was acting. His comments were suddenly snarky and always towards you. He wasn't acting like the best friend he claimed to be. Maybe he just needed to get laid, but you did not need that image in your mind now.

He was very secretive about his girlfriend, and maybe he needed a good fuck. You couldn't believe he said that to you in front of all of the boys, especially Taehyung.

Yes, you were mad at him and wanted to murder him, but the thought of Jungkook needing his girlfriend causes your chest to tighten and a weird feeling to fill you.

You shouldn't feel like this. It's not okay.

You keep trying to control the roller coaster of your thoughts as you finally reach the hotel and quickly make your way back into the shared suite.

Throwing yourself onto the couch, you suddenly feel guilty about ruining Jungkook's look right before he was meant to go out. The stylists must have been so stressed having to get him ready. They would have to fix his makeup, redo his hair, and probably give him a new outfit.

You had no doubt in your mind that he was very pissed, but his reaction was priceless. He sat there, his mouth open and eyes wide like a deer stuck in headlights. He didn't expect you to have the guts to do it, that was for sure.

Well, if you couldn't watch the show in person, maybe you could watch it live on tv instead. Getting yourself comfy, you switch on the television and flip through the channels until you finally land on the broadcast.

You feel a little bit better when your eyes fall on Jungkook's figure, noticing that he was still wearing the same outfit.

It was as if nothing had occurred backstage, and he looked terrific and entirely relaxed as he answered the different questions aimed at him. It was crazy how quickly his persona changes from when he's backstage to when he's on shows.

"Jungkook," your eyes focus on the boy, his head flashing up at the mention of his name. His large doe-eyes come to focus on the screen, the camera focusing on his reaction as the interviewer asks him a question.

”I hear that your fans like to write stories about you. Have you ever read any of them?”

The lady smiles widely, clearly interested in the answer, or maybe Jungkook himself. You watch as his cheeks heat up, obviously caught off guard by the sudden question.

"Um..no haha. I wouldn't want my fans to feel embarrassed by my snooping around. I feel like it’s intruding on their personal thoughts," Jungkook says awkwardly, yet smoothly enough for him to pass the question.

The boys around him laugh at his sudden shyness, and you can't help but let out a little giggle at his cuteness.

You had no idea what was going on. Why did he seem like your old Jungkook here? You were looking at your former best friend — the one who you saw a lot more before he left on tour and before he met his girlfriend.

You were tired of bumping heads with the new Jungkook, and you were tired of the teasing and rude comments he made each time. Each comment he made felt like he was taking a piece of you with him, knocking down the strength and confidence you had fought so hard to build.

"Well, that's all the time we have for today, folks. Thank you for tuning in," the interviewer smiles before the show ends with their closing goodbyes.

You let out a deep sigh as you realize you had missed their entire interview. If only you and Jungkook could find a middle ground, things would be more comfortable.

Taehyung played a massive part in what had happened earlier. He knew what he was doing and just pushed the situation into overdrive.

You could only wait until the boys returned, and you weren't looking forward to it.

Jungkook may look all cute with his bunny smile on tv, but you knew once the cameras were off and he was back, he'd return to his previous self.

Chapter 07

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sugarycandies · 2 years

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Is there any chance of a second part of Strays? 🥺

Strays || Pt. 2 [ Min Yoongi x Reader ]

PART 1

Pairing: Gang Member!Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Slowburn, Gang AU

Synopsis: Y/N and Yoongi had a slow proceeding relationship, and they both got softer. Love comes at a cost, especially when you can't protect your loved ones all the time.

TW: Extreme Violence, proceed with caution

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I never thought I'd add more to Strays, but I ended up really loving the concept of it :)

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It had been a couple of months since Yoongi swore to himself that he would protect (Y/N) no matter what happened.

That safety came at a cost. No matter how many cold nights Yoongi dreamed to keep her tight and hold her to protect her from the dangers of the outside world, he knew he had to keep her an arm's distance away. He never introduced her to the rest of his family, Purple Bangtan, no matter how much the other members would tease him for his newfound soft side for her. If he brought her too close, if the other gangs ever realized how much she meant to him, that would be putting her in danger.

He had promised to keep her safe. So he would never allow that to happen.

Rain battered against the window, slowly dripping towards the bottom in cascading trails. (Y/N) watched as they fell, her legs up as she was wrapped up in a blanket at her house. Against her legs laid a purring cat, Holly, who she had let in earlier after she went out to feed her, noticing the fact she was soaked.

Yoongi hadn’t shown up to feed her that day.

That worried (Y/N) a bit, but she let the fading pitter-patter from the windowpane lull her anxieties away. It was an awfully rainy day, so maybe he was just staying in and keeping warm. She hadn’t seen much on the news about Purple Bangtan, so clearly they weren’t getting in danger. He had to be safe, he was too stubborn to let something hold him down and too smart to have gotten into danger in the first place.

Since then their relationship had gotten a bit more easygoing, (Y/N) could even go as far as to believe Yoongi was beginning to unwind a bit around her. Each day they would still meet to feed Holly, and they would sit there for a bit, talking about what they did. Sometimes (Y/N) would invite Yoongi inside and they would stay there for a bit. (Y/N) would offer him to stay the night, never once had he stayed long enough for (Y/N) to wake up and still see him there. Sometimes she doubted he ever stayed the entire night at all, for all of his stuff would be gone the next day.

Part of her wished she could just hold him tightly, to fight tooth and nail to make him stay a bit happy. She could see it in his eyes, the fact he could never settle down, stay in one spot. The way whenever they were together, his eyes would keep going to the window. Though he tried to hide it, she could see the silver shine of a gun always in his jacket whenever he hung it up. He was always prepared for the worst to happen at any moment wherever he went. Some days he wouldn’t speak much when they met to feed the cat. She would be encountered with stony eyes, not even lifting to meet hers, hugged by the black circles underneath them. Those days she missed his gummy smiles. She wanted nothing but to rub his shoulders and release every single tangle of stress. Burden was the backpack he carried upon him each day.

Suddenly, a wild knock came at the door, making (Y/N) quickly look over at it. She hid Holly in another room, afraid someone had let the landlord know she was inside. Heading to the door, she swung it open.

Min Yoongi, stood there, his hair and clothes soaked, sticking flat against him. His face was completely washed over, mouth agape as his chest heaved up and down. The cold dead eyes he wore were downcasted and drowsily half-lidded. His pants were tattered and torn, revealing his knees which were painted with scrapes. One hand was reached up to his left side, pressing tightly against his jacket.

“Yoongi,” (Y/N) gasped quickly, “Come in”

He didn’t say anything as he quickly sat on the couch, still breathing heavily as his head fell backward. She paid little mind to how soaked the couch was getting but watched as his arm fell limply to the side, and his jacket was darkly stained with maroon, the antithesis to his shiny teal fabric.

“Holy shit” she gasped out as she looked, and quickly propped his head up, looking at the jacket.

She sprung right to work as she peeled off the jacket, looking to see his white shirt was more darkly stained, a wound pierced through the fabric, dripping further down by the second. Furthermore, she pulled up the shirt and looked at the gash. It was torn open, a strike down his abdomen. (Y/N) looked next to her, before pausing, she had nothing around quickly to cover the wound. So instead, she peeled off her shirt, wrapping it tightly around his waist.

Yoongi sat there staring, shallowly breathing as his eyes lingered upon her.

“(Y/N)-” he breathily tried to speak but was barely able to get the words out.

“It's okay,” she said quickly standing up, “I’ll make sure you’re alright.”

(Y/N) was frantic, part of her debated on calling 911, but everything else told her that she couldn’t. If she turned Yoongi in, he’d be locked up instantly for the various things he was wanted for. But she couldn’t let him die. She opened her bathroom cabinet and found some gauze and ointment, bringing it out to him.

She pulled back up the shirt and now replaced it with something better, cleaning the sides with the ointment, pressing gauze, and bandaging tightly against the wound to stop the bleeding. She grabbed a glass of water and put the cup up to his lips, watching as the adrenaline seemed to calm down and he regained consciousness.

“I think I’m going to call 911,” She said quickly.

“No,” Yoongi said almost instantly, shaking his head lightly as he looked down, “Call, RM”

“What’s his number?” She asked quickly.

“Phone left pocket.” he clarified as he moved slightly over to the side to have better access to the jacket pocket.

She put her hand in and took out Yoongi’s phone, unlocking it by putting his face on the camera. (Y/N) scrolled through his contacts to find RM, then called.

“Yoongi, where are you? You were supposed to be back three hours ago!” The voice picked up instantly, he had a stern loud voice.

“Uh- Yoongi is with me right now-” She said gently, looking over at him.

“What are you, a blue? You have some nerve to call. What do you want for him, money? Food? You’re going to get none of it!”

“No, no, I- my name is (Y/N),” She said gently, “He’s really hurt and he came to my apartment, I don’t know if you know but he’s been talking with me recently, he has a gash and I was just treating it and he told me to call you.”

“Wait- he’s hurt?” The voice change hit hard as his voice turned from a deep threat to wavering concern. “I know who you are, put him on the line.”

(Y/N) looked over to Yoongi, he seemed to be regaining a bit of his color, and a bit more aware.

“Go put a shirt on,” he said, eyes flickering up and down, before stretching out his hand to take the phone.

(Y/N) had let Holly out of her room now that everything was beginning to settle down. Sensing Yoongi wasn’t alright, Holly sat by his side, tail flicking back and forth.

It only took another five minutes for another knock on the door to arrive. (Y/N) lept up from where she was seated on the couch, carefully making seeing over Yoongi kept conscious. After the initial scare though, he seemed to blow it off.

“Suga,” Two men stood at the door, looking at Yoongi, “Take off the bandage and come here.”

One held a sewing kit in one hand, beginning to thread a needle with a first aid kit, (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she watched.

“Is that safe?” She asked concerned.

“As safe as it can be.” The man with the needle said, cleaning the point with an alcohol wipe and beginning to remove the bandages from Yoongi.

“RM, can you take (Y/N) to the other room so she doesn’t Jin stab me,” he said looking over to the other man who stood tall in the doorway.

He nodded, and the two of them went into the kitchen. (Y/N) nervously tried to peer into the living room to see if he was okay, biting her lip to try to self-soothe. RM pushed his arm out in front of her and shook his head. (Y/N), intimidated, backed off.

“So you’re the one Suga has been going soft over,” He said looking her up and down.

“Uh- soft?” (Y/N) asked nervously with an awkward smile, although her stomach fluttered a bit when he said so.

“He’s been much more secretive on missions than before,” He said.

That was why he hadn’t been on the news. Her mind went directly to the day she first saw him, on the news. The way he was running away from a building he set on fire, flicking the match once more into the gasoline all on camera. Since then nothing was ever publicized about them other than rumors of their growing territory.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” She asked, “I wouldn’t say that’s going soft.”

“It is to an extent.” he stated, “But he’s also grown to be even more desperate in expanding our areas to this block as well. He’s getting sidetracked.”

(Y/N) wasn’t sure if she was supposed to apologize or not. But- Yoongi had wanted to do these things for her? For what reason?

“He’s all set,” Jin came into the room, tossing the blood-covered needle into the trash. (Y/N) gulped as she watched it fall, hitting the plastic bag with a soft crackle.

Back in the living room, Yoongi sat with his would once more covered, but now bleeding much less. He was sat up, his face once more flushed a bit redder than it was before. She let out a sigh of relief at seeing he was alright.

“What happened?” She asked now, sitting by Yoongi.

Yoongi put his head into his hands, exhaling as he did. RM and Jin surrounded him as well, still standing, hovering by the door. “I got a threat from Clan Blue.” He said, scoffing as he did, “While I was on the perimeter of South Avenue.”

“Clan Blue?” RM asked now intrigued, “They’ve been dormant for years.”

“Could they have come back under a new leader?” Jin spoke, looking at the three of them.

(Y/N) paused for a second to watch them talk, this seemed to be serious. Yet, she was completely lost. She never heard of Clan Blue before.

“I’ll make something for us to eat,” (Y/N) said awkwardly standing. However, while cooking, she still listened in to bits and pieces of the conversation.

“They have, and their name is Ghost,” Yoongi stated before his voice pushed to a whisper, “So…. threat…. jumped…”

She tried her best to make out what Yoongi was saying, but she couldn’t. Focusing on finishing her food, she brought out a couple of plates to the boys, who looked surprised at the meal.

“You can stay to eat,” she said gently, clearly RM wasn’t the biggest fan of hers yet due to being a ‘distraction’, and she wasn't sure how Jin felt, so she wanted to make a good impression.

“(Y/N), you didn’t have-” Yoongi began but was quickly cut off by a satisfied moan.

“THIS IS SO GOOD,” Jin yelled sitting down as he ate the pasta that she cooked.

“This is quite good,” RM said, “better than what we usually have.”

Yoongi nodded as well, looking up at (Y/N). His face was a bit red in embarrassment but took the meal anyway.

“Thank you.” the tiniest smile came to the corner of his mouth as he looked down at his food and ate, and that was enough to leave (Y/N) satisfied. Holly leaned up to Yoongi’s side and bumped her head into his hand.

Since then, (Y/N) was sure to send Yoongi home each night with some food to bring back as well. Not only was she feeding her stray Holly, but she was feeding part of Purple Bangtan (mainly Yoongi) as well.

Each day Yoongi would give the same, “We don’t need it.. You don't have to do this for us.” etc.

(Y/N) still wanted to do it, just to see how happy Jin and RM got from the gift once was enough to fuel her to keep cooking more. Now that she knew Purple Bangtan’s general opinion of her, she wanted to make sure that changed. She didn’t want to just be a distraction to Yoongi.

But she made Yoongi soft. That made her soft too.

Over the next few hangouts, Yoongi and (Y/N) began to meld more into one. Yoongi would start spending more days (never the nights, still, however) together. He’d come back with praises of the cooking from the rest of the gang.

(Y/N) began to feel sparks whenever Yoongi did something small, such as lightly brushing her hand whenever they pet Holly at the same time. When they brushed past each other at the end. The way sometimes if they both bent down at the same time their knees would knock together. It was all perfect for her.

They both wanted more.

“Hey, she’s still asleep,”

“That’s hilarious!”

“This is the easiest job I’ve had in a while,”

(Y/N) woke up to hear a bunch of noises jumbled together, barely being able to make out what was being said. She slowly opened her eyes to see three figures hanging above her. She was barely able to even get a glimpse before she was covered once more, a cloth pressed tightly against her face.

“Shh,” A voice said, “It’s okay,”

She tried to keep consciousness, but she felt herself slowly growing dizzier, the cloth dampening her vision and drowning her in a scent that burnt her nostrils.

“Ah, you’re finally awake.” A voice laughed, a female, “Gods, for being Suga’s little pet, you’re quite weak yourself.

She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, black dots scattering her vision. Above her sat a woman in a tight blue dress, a smirk across her face, and pink hair flying downwards to her shoulders.

“What, do you mean?” (Y/N) tried to ask but was met with a slap to her face, stinging.

“You don’t speak out of order, dog,” She smirked. (Y/N) tried to move her hands but was ultimately unable to, they were tightly bound together behind her, “It’s only a matter of time before the other dogs arrive.”

The woman walked up and kneeled down in front of (Y/N), pulling her chin upwards to meet her eyes. She had bright pink lipstick on, and a smirk underneath it.

“God, finally just to get rid of one of the members of Purple Bangtan will be such an achievement,” She mewled as she pulled out a gun, twirling it in circles on her index finger, playing with the trigger.

(Y/N) felt a sting of fear rip through her as she met this woman in the eyes. She had to have been in Clan Blue. Even in the empty room that she found herself in, blue banners decorated the side.

“He wouldn’t be stupid enough to come here!” (Y/N) said desperately, “It’s obviously a trap.”

“Ohhh, darling,” The woman’s grin grew too wide, looking down at (Y/N) as she stood, “Don’t you understand? You’ve basically adopted a stray. He’s imprinted on you, and now he’s gone soft with a few little scratches to the chin. He’ll follow you anywhere you go. It’s so feeble.”

She gulped, and for his well-being, she prayed that he wouldn’t come. Hours passed in that room, and the woman left soon after, leaving (Y/N) just to keep repeating ‘Don’t come.’ over and over.

“The puppy is here,” A bodyguard said, passing by (Y/N)’s door.

“Let him in to play.” The woman said, opening up the door to (Y/N), and looking over at her.

“He’s coming in all injured for you,” The woman pouted at (Y/N), “See? Soft.”

Yoongi burst through the door, a gun tightly in his hand, his face covered in blood as he breathed heavily. His knuckles were bone white against his skin. His eyes were so narrow and glaring in a protective nature that (Y/N) had never seen before.

“You, better, let her go.” He heaved, “Right. Now.”

“That was quicker than expected, maybe you’re not as hurt as I thought.” The woman held up her gun, finger going to the trigger.

Yoongi predicted this, and ducked down, the bullet creating a hole in the wall. He kicked beneath her, stumbling her backward off her feet. The woman shot her arm out and knocked Yoongi’s gun off to the side, making him pull out a knife instead from his jacket, and swing it violently at her. He was skillful but fighting tooth and nail against her, rabid. He managed to draw blood across her cheek, and knock her gun out too. The woman held up her own as well though, and kicked him in the stomach with her heel, making him reel upwards for a second. At that moment, the woman grabbed his side and squeezed him right where the gash was, prying it open through the shirt and making Yoongi let out a yell in pain. His hand flung open, dropping the knife.

“Yoongi!” (Y/N) yelled and noticed the knife that had fallen, and quickly reached over with her arms, peeling her back while they were still fist fighting and taking the knife to the rope on her desperately. She let out a gasp as she nicked her finger in the process, but continued.

Meanwhile, their fight gained more desperate as the woman headbutted Yoongi, pushing him further back, biting his shoulder, and doing whatever she could to fight against him. He was seeing red, everywhere, these people had put (Y/N) in danger.

And he swore to protect her.

He felt his abdomen burn as he tried to gain a one-up on the competition, and he gasped through the pain.

(Y/N) managed to free herself from the grips of the rope and looked at the dagger in her hand for a minute. She watched as the reflection of Yoongi shone in the cool steel. He was desperately fighting, basically pinned down to the ground as the woman flipped upwards on top of him.

She had come from a small town, nowhere near the city. No idea what gang life was like, and here she was.

When (Y/N) first moved into the city, the last place she thought she’d be was here.

“Ah!” The woman gasped in shock as she felt something pierce through the back of her shoulder, puncturing up into her.

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he met (Y/N)’s, the sweet innocent flower girl, now covered with blood on her hands that pooled down the dagger.

The woman gasped for air, pinned down to the ground as (Y/N) then twisted the knife, feeling the tension of the muscle pull back at her, she tore it out. Blood pooled even more from the shoulder, as the woman tried her best to hold her back, it being out of reach to put pressure on.

“Holy shit-” she whispered, gasping, “Holy shit-”

Yoongi stood up, and quickly grabbed (Y/N)’s hands, which had now dropped the knives. They shook violently in his, watching as the woman she just stabbed begin to sob on the floor.

“Yoongi,” she whispered desperately.

“Shh, shh,” he cooed quietly to her, “Stop, it’s okay, you’re safe. That was Ghost, from Blue Clan”

“But-” (Y/N) said, feeling guilt begin to swallow up into her mouth, metallic.

She couldn’t leave the woman to be there, bleeding out on the floor, pleading to whatever she could. Her mother, god, fate, anything. (Y/N) looked up to the bannered walls, and pulled one down, taking the fabric in her hand. She wrapped it tightly around the wound.

“Promise you won’t hurt Purple Bangtan,” (Y/N) said, looking down now at Ghost.

“We won’t mess with you again.” She sobbed.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone what happened here.”

“I won’t!”

(Y/N) grabbed a phone from one of the knocked-out body guards outside of the room, called 911, and threw it at Ghost, watching as she grabbed the phone with her hand. Yoongi watched agape as she did so.

“You’re too soft for this world,” Yoongi said as they head back to her apartment, sitting as he watched (Y/N) wash her hands.

“I didn’t want her to die,” She whispered, “I couldn’t live with that.”

Yoongi paused for a second, looking (Y/N) up and down as she kept washing her hands over and over again, trying to get the blood stains out. He slowly stood up, and hugged her, cradling her in his arms.

(Y/N) gasped as he did, feeling a wash of comfort over her, melting into the touch.

“Thank you” she whispered quietly, “For saving me.”

“Thank you for saving me,” He said, turning her around in his arms.

They looked at each other for a moment. They were both soft, but soft things could meld together. Love made people mendable, and that was okay. Yoongi grasped her cheek, and in a flash pulled her in, connecting their lips together as they became one.

“Please stay the night,” (Y/N) whispered against Yoongi’s lips as they parted.

“I will.”

#min yoongi x reader #bts x reader #bts #bangtan x reader #suga x reader #angst #fluff #gang #yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #fem reader #oneshot #min yoongi oneshot #min yoongi fluff #suga x reader fluff #gang au #slowburn

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i don’t care how old these photos are ILL NEVER NOT BE OBSESSED WITH THEM

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jeon Jungkook & Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Taehyung | V & Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung | V & Min Yoongi | Suga Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook Additional Tags: Jungkook is a shy office assistant, He’s doing his best, please don’t ask his about his mental health, hes going through it okay?, taehyung is an artist, he loves to paint, Artist Kim Taehyung | V, Tattoo Artist Jeon Jungkook, taehyung helps Jungkook choose happiness, jungkook just has to believe he deserves it, Jeon Jungkook Has Mental Health Issues, Jeon Jungkook is Whipped, Top Jeon Jungkook/Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, let him find his confience Summary:

Jungkook lives a very predictable life. He doesn’t do much, outside of work and hang out with his two friends. But everything’s about to change for him, when the apartment across the hall from him is filled rented out. And to a jerk with an annoying motorcycle, no less.

#i guess im in my fanfic era 💀#well see how long this lasts!#bts #taehyung #jungkook #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #it’ll get spicy eventually #slowburn is the way to go ok #be Patient

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Open Books (48) | Kim Namjoon

Tags/Warnings :- Child abuse, domestic violence, traumatized characters, bullying, self harm, mentions of toxic relationships, angst. I know it's dark but trust me it gets better! namjoonXreader, Namjoon and Y/n, A slow burn romance, fluff, strangers to friends, strangers to lovers, self love, healing, etc.

Cross posted on Wattpad

Written by Author G

Word Count :- 3.5k words

Additional Tags/Warnings ;- This chapter has ANGST! Sad tears everywhere! But don't worry, they get through it (at least a part of it). Namjoon is smug in this- he can NOT stop teasing Y/n omfg :( I feel bad for her, and myself (cause your author is falling in love with her characters and has to stop) To summarise this, buckle up for a lot of tears, lots of teasing and lots of smiles. It's the whole package (like namj- ok, I'll stop now)

heavily unedited, btw :) please, please forgive me if there are spelling errors. I stretched this out over a lot of days so it got tiring at a point :( thankyou for understanding <3

Masterlist Previously Next..? (In 2 weeks)

~Hope~

As Y/n stands behind the curtains that conceal her from the audience, her heart beats fast against her ribcage, loud like the bass of the speaker as the host starts the event, making blood rush up to the tips of her ears, awakening the unusual dream-like view on the world around her right now.

This is it. The turn in her life that leads to the smooth road on which she will continue her journey towards achieving her goals, her journey towards her dreamland that she'd been fantasizing about for as long as she can remember.

Nothing could ever compare to the excitement she feels right now!

Or at least, that's what she thinks.

The minute Y/n peaks out of the velvety, red curtain to get a look into how much of an audience there is, she spots Namjoon dusting something off of his pants as he settles down into his chair in the front row.

The mere fact that he chose to sit so close to the stage makes her heart flutter girlishly, mind squealing in delight.

The excitement she feels soon lulls into a lovely, pastel shaded emotion of calm when his eyes meet hers, a dimpled smile present on his face.

It's at this moment when she remembers how her liking for him has become a much simpler emotion than the complex one she had at the beginning. That is, when her liking for him tip-toed a small way past the fine line between friendship and more.

Y/n has willingly run away from the fine line now, further and further into the section of 'more', and the more she realizes how much of her heart she's putting into this, the more soft and homely it, & he feels to her.

Y/n has always thought of love as an emotion that would, in an ideal situation, occur naturally.

Her foster parents' relationship, however, had almost convinced her that she might be wrong.

Nevertheless, she did not ever see any harm in trying to cling onto hope for survival.

It's what enabled her to stay strong and live, after all.

This idea of 'love occurring naturally' is what makes Y/n's heart melt into a puddle of happy tears when the realization of how it is not a grand or fancy moment that she requires, but a simple, momentary glance into his eyes to remind her of how she feels more than just hope now.

Like how a flower gradually blooms to it's fullest to spread it's wonderful fragrance for everyone to enjoy, her hope has evolved and grown to become love.

What better way to dwell in the love than by spreading it?

And that's exactly what Y/n decides to do.

Little does she know, she's already spread it.

Namjoon loves it, and her.

The sound of the microphone's feedback combined with the audience's applause is the only indication of the seminars end, for her mind and heart are still stuck back at the stage that she walks away from, swooning at how well the entire ordeal had gone by.

She loved every part of it. The steady grow in confidence the longer she stood on stage was impeccable as the slight tremor in her hands waned away, mic no longer heavy in her hands as she explained the entirety of the project along with Ji-Hoon, highlighting every little detail that they worked on for hours, days, together.

But, oh, nothing could ever compare to the loving warmth she felt when she looked Namjoon in the eye.

It wasn't just her love for him that made her feel warm, but his.

Speaking of which, where is he? She asks herself as she strolls around the long, red carpeted corridors in search of the male.

Y/n had observed him get up half way through the seminar when he saw Seok-Jin arrive and signal for him to come over.

She strolls around for a little while more, a happy little skip accompanying her walk every now and then, much like the skips of her heartbeat as she thinks of finding him, speaking to him, merely being with him, in his presence.

Never once had Y/n thought she would have anything that she did today.

Getting an offer from such a prestigious university was far from the clutches of her thoughts when in high school, because, unlike her current academic scope, she wasn't a high scoring student.

What was the reason? Well, it could be because of problems at home, or the fear of math, but who cares? They're just excuses. And that attitude, the mere thought of wanting to be better than excuses, gave her hope.

Wanting to better herself and not limit herself to excuses, allowed her to grow room for more.

And liking someone? love? dating? Hah! Not only did Y/n frown upon the ideas, she thought they were unnecessary; blasphemous even.

She didn't believe in the superficial means of dating and attraction that accompanied the teenage dream.

She never believed she would be able to find love at such a young age.

And the fact that she did, makes her feel like a fool.

A fool, yes, but a fool in love.

Y/n turns to walk around the last corner on the left, voice low as she calls out to Namjoon in hopes of getting a reply.

"I know this is surprising Namjoon-ah" Seok-Jin' s voice is but a mumble as it comes from the dim lit room in the corridor. Y/n walks closer, hand raised to knock on the door, but before she can, she hears his voice.

"I'm n-not surprised" Namjoon's pleasant voice cracks, despair tainting it, making her heart drop.

On quiet toes, she moves away from the door and takes a seat on one of the many chairs present by it. It creaks slightly as she does, making her cringe, hoping that they haven't heard her.

"That's the problem.. I'm not surprised" Namjoon continues with a bitter chuckle and it's almost as if she can hear him grit his teeth as he says it.

"A part of me knew this would happen, and yet, I let it happen. I've let her down, hyung."

Oh..

Is it what I think it is?

"And I hate myself for it right now. How am I to tell myself to choose between things that I love, hyung?"

A small part of Y/n knew that a day like this would come. She knew all along.. and yet, let things go on as they were, for as far as they were.

"It's so unfair hyung.." Namjoon sniffles.. wait, sniffles?

He's crying?

Y/n's eyes widen at the thought, heart plunging to her stomach, dismissing the remnants of the butterflies that had pleasantly occupied it earlier. Now, the butterflies flutter their way up to her throat in the form of unshed tears, sitting there in a way that is too uncomfortable for her.

But then, what about this situation is pleasant?

"Namjoon-ah.. I tried.. I really did. But there was nothing more I could-"

Before she can stop it, the unshed tears in her throat escape her in the form of a small whimper, which they hear, no doubt.

"I'm sorry Namjoon-ah" Seok-Jin almost whispers before seemingly walking away, toward the door.

The want to help and comfort his friend weighs him down, head hanging low with the weight. He feels helpless. There's nothing he can do, really.

He comes to a stop beside Y/n and whispers a small, feeble apology, before he continues to make his way out of the corridor, the sound of his receding footsteps heavy like the dense atmosphere.

It's quiet as she listens to the silence that hangs in the air, contemplating on whether or not she should talk to Namjoon.

Hell, why was she even considering the latter?

She turns on her heel and faces the room.

There he stands, face blank, eyes filled to the brim with tears that threaten to spill as he stares at her, the hope that had blossomed up until now nowhere to be seen.

This is the first time Y/n has seen Namjoon cry.

It's always been him that stayed strong, for his mom, Dahee, for Y/n too. Not once has he failed her.

As she walks closer towards him, it becomes clearer as to why he is crying, pieces fitting together way too perfectly for her liking as she feels the familiar sting of hurt and anger prick her in the chest.

"Namjoon-ah" she calls out and his eyes meet hers.

Damn..

The very same eyes that looked at her with hope for more earlier today, stare into hers devoid of it.

Instead of the sparkling light behind those intricate slits, there's a dull, almost tired spark of the simple emotion we like to call love.

Namjoon is.. tired, to say the least.

Tired of having to fight for the smallest slivers of love that he expects from life. Tired of having done so at home, and having to face the same torturous experience here too, with her.

Not with her, please.. not her too!

Anger, contempt and distress bubble through his veins, and before he can stop himself, the emotions seep through his voice like they usually would when around the man that caused a similar kind of pain back at home.

"I do not want to talk about it, Y/n" his voice is curt, a sneer on his face, almost as if there's a.. wall that he's trying to put up around himself, as if he is trying to protect himself.

Protect himself, not from her, but from that miserable concoction of emotions that he whirls in right now.

Y/n feels a familiar prick in her heart, one that she knows all too well.

Never once had Namjoon, her Joon, ever spoken to her like so.

Voice ever so cold, eyes not willing to meet hers as if the very thought was foul. Instinctively, the sirens blare at her, noisily pleading for her to shield herself from the violent pinch in her proverbial heart.

Why? There is no need. This is Joon. He'd never hurt her.

His reaction.. was something she hadn't ruled out, something she considered might happen.

She has seen this before, felt this before.

This miserable instinct of not wanting to let the other person know that they've gotten to you no matter how much it hurt on the inside, might be the only thing that kept her sane back home.

And she completely understands how it might have affected him outside of such a hostile environment too. You see, she's experienced it too.

And she knows that the moment he uttered those words, a huge truck of shame would have crashed down upon him, making the self respect wither and welt away like the last flower in winter.

"Please.. talk to me" she whispers, hand on his shoulder as she tries to swallow the lump of tears down in hopes of staying strong for him.

Silence.

"Joon.. tell me. Is it what I think it is?" Y/n speaks once more, hating the fact that she can't find it in her to truly voice it out.

"I.. I can't Y/n-ah.. I can't do this all over again. I'm tired.." he breaks as pitiful sobs wrack through him.

"How.. how is it fair of him to ask me to choose between you and them?"

So it is that. The cliché "trainees must not date" rule they'd been dreading silently.

It must have been because the producer saw them together that day.. when Joon introduced her to him as his girlfriend.

This is isn't a big deal! We'll move past this.. right?

This.. sure, it might seem dramatic to most people. But to Namjoon, to Y/n, oh, it isn't drama. It's true exhaustion that settles in their bones as they think of how much they'll have to struggle for this too.

It's always been a battle for them. Be it at home, at school, with themselves.. they've always had to struggle for the smallest bits of hope. And now, Namjoon can't seem to find any more strength within himself to get up.

She can see that he's on the verge of letting go.. of giving up.

"Please, Namjoon-ah.. talk to me" Y/n begs, as if hearing his voice will soothe her aching heart.

However, it doesn't.

"No Y/n! I can't talk!"

Her breath hitches, and for the first time around them, uncomfortable silence follows.

Unbeknownst to him, contempt seemed to lace his voice. His face is twisted into a hateful scowl, the tears that stain his face angry, his eyebrows furrowed as if the last thing he wanted was her to see him so vulnerable.

The anger he seems to carry. The contempt. The fact that he doesn't want her to see him vulnerable, without any walls up.. she knows why this is happening. Like said before, sge is all too familiar with the trauma for her liking. She understands.

But, a small part of her can't help but think that maybe.. maybe it was only her that felt comfortable. Maybe she didn't earn all of his trust yet..

That breaks her.

Hot tears roll down her face, burning the skin as they do and she has to grit her teeth to try and calm herself down, eyes closed to try and block out the bright light, feeling all too overwhelmed by everything now.

Before she can let her mind race farther down that dark road, however, she feels herself being engulfed into a hug. One that seems to piece back all that she felt break inside her.

She feels safe in his arms. Warmth. Like a subtle ray of sunlight when out on a cold day.

The pleasant silence returns, loud enough to block out all that noisy chit-chatter.

That's all the apology she requires to soothe her. That's all the love she needs to find her way out. To find hope.

"I.. I can't talk about it" he starts, voice broken. "Because if I do, it would mean that it matters."

"But it does matter, Joon.. doesn't it?" She asks, although she feels no reason to.

She knows it does.

"Of course it does, Y/n. But, that scares me. Because, if it matters, it's real. And when it's real, it hurts." He completes, voice growing more steady, more sure with every word he speaks, almost as if the strength he lost returned as he did.

That's what being in her presence did to him. She gave him strength.

"But it is real. It does hurt, Namjoon-ah. We can't run from it." Y/n shakes her head, gently moving away from him to look at him. "Don't you think it's going to be easier if we do this together?"

"It would.." he nods as he cups her face, wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. The tears he caused.

Wincing at the thought, he looks away, the pain returning once more.

How could have done this.. ugh.

He was the one that was supposed to protect her from harm if ever threatened.

He was the one that was supposed to keep her safe from pain.

He wasn't supposed to have fucking caused it!

That is the responsibility he took the moment he loved her. The moment she allowed him to do so.

To keep the other's heart safe. That is the responsibility of love.

And he failed, miserably so.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n-ah. I promise.." he feels his voice break once more as he presses his forehead against hers, unable to look her in the eye, ashamed of himself.

".. I promise Y/n..! I never meant to hurt you. Truly.." he begs.

"I know, Joon. I know. But, it.. it hurt that, even though it was for a second, you felt the need to hide how you felt about this from me." Y/n sniffles, hating that she can't stop the small tears although she isn't mad at him.

That, he hates.

She should be mad at him! Not just look at him with those eyes that already whisper words of love and affection.

She should give him a chance to work for it! How else is he supposed to get rid of the guilt he feels? How else is he supposed to feel worthy of her love once more? Of her, in all her grace?

"I can't take back how I said what I said, Y/n-ah. But, I don't know what else to do, but ask you if you can forgive me?" he pleads, voice a mere whisper, as if anything louder would break him.

"Of course I do, Joon." She replies, a small smile making it's way onto her face when he tucks a small strand of her hair behind her ear, staring at her as if she's the most precious to him on this planet.

She is.

"Let me make it up to you.. please. I really am sorry." His shoulders shake ever so slightly with the guilt that consumes him.

"Hey.. hey, I know." Y/n tilts his face up so its no longer looking down with shame, hating how he can't seem to accept her forgiveness. Hating how he's beating himself up for it.

"There's nothing to make up for. You made it better. It's ok, Joon. I'm fine, see?" It's her turn to wipe away the tears streaming down his face, smiling once he nods his head.

"Oh, I love you" he confesses, chuckling once she starts crying once more.

This wouldn't stop anytime soon, would it?

Neither of them are surprised with his confession. Maybe because he just stated what they knew all along.

There isn't much that changes for either of them when he utters the words.

The world doesn't stop, their hearts don't beat faster, there isn't a chaotic dance the butterflies perform.

No. Instead, they feel at peace. Like as if saying those words restored that little bit of hope they needed in the moment.

Of course he had to say it first! This day wasn't going as planned at all..! But then again, she isn't going to complain about this.

"Why? Don't you want me to love you?" Namjoon teases, a cheeky smile on his face as he tries to make the situation better, wiping away her tears once more.

"Shut up..!" She slaps him on the arm with a frown before engulfing him into another hug, laughing at how silly she was being.

"Come on, say it back. You know you want to." he teases more, tickling her once she refuses playfully.

"Ok, ok, fine! I love you too..!" She laughs out, swollen eyes seemingly disappearing when she smiles, nose a tinge of red from all the crying.(blushing too)

"There you go" he smirks cheekily, before leaning down to press a kiss against her forehead, making those butterflies flutter about once more, as if to celebrate the moment, dancing to the beat of hearts that compliment each other.

"What do we do about this.. situation, then?" Y/n asks, glad that they're both in a better frame of mind now.

"What? The one where you can't stop blushing like a tomato? Hm, let me think-" he teases, laughing once she slaps him on the head once more.

"Ok, ok! I'll stop!"

"You're so.. ugh!" She rolls her eyes, as if annoyed by him, although they both know that ain't the situation. The smile she wears gives it away.

"Either way, you still love me"

"Yes, you big old oaf, I do- That's not the point..!"

"Really? I can't help but think of anything but that, however. I wonder why.." He asks, standing up from his spot on the ground.

"Namjoon."

"What?"

"Shut up." She quips, making him laugh out once more as he helps her up onto her feet. He absolutely loved teasing her!

"Come on now, let's get some ice cream and.. you know, talk." He suggests, holding her hand in his warm one.

The walk to the convenience store is quiet, the fresh air just what they need as they think back to what happened, and the situation they're in.

They'd just have to handle it like how they would with any other, they agree. Face it head on, together.

They can't help but smile at the thought of how.. right, it feels to be together as Namjoon shows her the picture of their first outing to the amusement park. One where, much like they are now, eating ice cream, a small bit of it smudged on her nose in the picture.

This day could have gone better, yes. But it doesn't matter. They don't

want a fairy tale. They want each other. At their best, and worst. At their most true moments.

Their love is now stronger than before. Truer than before, because they got through it together.

After all, that's the purpose of their hope, isn't it? To get through tough times. To give each other strength. To be each other's love, and hope.

Oh, they loved this. Each other. Without a doubt.

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sexysilverstrider · 7 months

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as halloween draws near here are some fucked up otome games you should play:

1. even if tempest

2. steam prison

3. taisho x alice

4. kanatos haunted dark bridal route

5. cafe enchante

#number 1 and number 5 especially :)#dialova isnt tht scary but kanato alone sure is #taiali is really good like slowburn horror to me #steam prison??? some scenes are just fucked up #nw even if tempest tho. thts pure horror #also i didnt put shuuen no virche coz i havent played yet n it isnt out there #bt i knw tht game will fucked up #yippee!!#cafe enchante is still Somethng lol #fafar yaps

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howsit-tastehwah · 8 months

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Preview: Fat To Fit

ObeseToBuff! Namjoon x PopularGirl! Reader

GENRE: ROMANCE, COMEDY, DRAMA, SMUT.

Summary: Namjoon decides to enter a marathon in hopes of getting in shape. His father believes Namjoon will not get through the first day but that doesn't stop Namjoon from joining. A new girl enters the school and her looks immediately earn her fame throughout the school. A coincidental talk has Namjoon head over heels for her and now nothing will stop him from making her his.

WC: 330

There is a strict measure in weight that Namjoon seems not to be able to fit into. Because of this, his parents are unsupportive of his need to enter sports and marathons.

“A marathon? Build us a house, why don’t you?” his father laughs through mouthfuls of food. Namjoon’s mother throws him a sympathetic look while serving her husband more rice. Namjoon is obese, and everyone is well aware of this fact. His cheeks round up, forming his eyes into crescents. They squish his lips at the sides; his chin seems to replicate endlessly, no matter how far he stretches his neck.

Even now, he eats triple the servings his own father, a 6’3 man.

Namjoon, nearly 5’10, doesn’t like eating outside of his home because he would rather starve than show people the reason he’s the way he is.

“Hyuna has a better chance at winning that marathon,” his father continues to spit.

Namjoon turns to his 5-year-old sister eating scrambled eggs his dad cooked for her because she’s a picky eater. Hyuna is skinny but heavy. She likes pigtails, but they’re always crooked. She also steals her mom’s neon pink lipstick but her lips hurt to look at.

She stops chewing when she catches Namjoon staring at her.

She holds up her fork and smiles, “Want some?”

This makes Namjoon angry. He glares at her and her smile drops.

“But honey, this might be an opportunity for Namjoon. Maybe he could lose a pound or two, even if he just attends the practices,” his mother speaks up and Namjoon stares at his father with hope.

“What’s a pound gonna do? I want both of your asscheeks smaller than my face by the time you’re a month into this marathon training!” Namjoon’s father exclaims, pointing his spoon at him.

“Buttcheeks,” Hyuna giggles and Namjoon’s mom slaps his dad in the arm.

“I will,” Namjoon says.

That night, he ate half of what he normally has for dinner.

Excluding his midnight snacks, of course.

A/N: Thank you for reading this! I have always read stories on Tumblr with the desire to make my own ideas come true. In case a need for improvement filters itself in my writing, please let me know!

I will say that if I see the story does not reach any attention, I might discontinue this work.

Let me know if you want to be tagged when I release the first chapter, love you!

#bts #nammjoon #namjoon #namjoonsmut #btssmut #btsfanfic #ff #comedy #romance #slowburn #fat #fit #btscomedy #drama #first #funny #kpopsmut #kpopfanfic #fanfiction #preview

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moochi-daisies · 4 months

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2015.02.

- 18+ Minors DNI

- Warnings: Yoongi's gf is a bit of a mess, a smidge of a drunk fight, reader is down bad for JK but is it just a distraction from Yoongi?, JK bein a lil bit of a tease

- Length: 2.6k words

- Sidenotes: merry christmas :) the christmas chapter is gonna be late but i finished this at least haha reader + jk wasn't planned at all for this story but they're pretty cute together and fun to write so there's more of that than i expected. hope everyone has a good day and thank you for readin if you do!

Find the rest here!

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After Yoongi called me, we sent some short texts back and forth. It wasn't the same as it had been but, it was better than the year and a half of radio silence. He would usually stop responding if anything required an emotional response. Some excuse involving Lacey always followed, so I learned to steer clear of anything deeper.

Despite the awkwardness, I was downright giddy over the fact that they were moving to the same city as me. I wouldn't have to depend on dreaming to be around their cozy magic again, to spend more time with them. My mom had left her boyfriend and moved my sister and I into a two bedroom apartment. It was tense with the 3 of us in such a small living space and I frequently daydreamed of introducing my sister to the guy's, of having a safe place to go again.

The thought that Jungkook and Yoongi would both be there, so close to me and each other, was difficult to comprehend. I pushed the thought away whenever it found it's way to the forefront, shaking my head side to side until it left me alone.

I had to do this often, as Jungkook was incredibly excited to be close together again.

He'd started video calling me in the morning, staying until one of our phones would die. Even if I had to work, a lip ringed pout would take over the screen. Soft round eyes and worried brows slowly making their appearance as he'd tilt the phone up and let out a "pretty please.".

I couldn't ever say no to him.

It would've been easier if he had a terrible personality.

I grumbled this at him often, normally while perching my phone in precarious positions while he complained about not being able to see me.

"Well, lucky for you I have a great personality. Don't I?" he'd start the sentence smugly, giving way to concern by the end of it.

Whenever I'd look back at the screen to retort, I'd be stunned into silence. I never got used to how handsome he was.

The way he'd lift his shoulders when he smiled, dimple deepening and cheekbones lifting. The scrunch of his nose. How perfectly round his eyes would get when he'd get lost in thought-

He was a beautiful boy. Being sweet, caring and attentive only made it all the more gut-wrenching.

If it weren't for the fact that Yoongi would also be there, I would've been just as excited as Jungkook. Whenever I'd temporarily forget about that fact, Jungkook would have me smiling so hard that my cheeks ached.

There was even an evening where my jaw locked and I couldn't open my mouth for almost an hour. The nervous giggling escaping through my clenched teeth had Jungkook rolling on the floor, his high pitched and breathy laugh pinging around the living room.

I hung up, trying to relax my jaw, only for him to call me back immediately. A fierce pout on his face as he scolded me for not saying goodbye first. I wanted to wrap myself around him. To cover his face with kisses and tease him for being such a big baby.

I was, infatuated. Enamored with him.

He had started working with Jimin at the dance studio as his teaching assistant. He'd bring his phone to class so I could chat with Jimin and watch them dance. I was not immune, sadly, but highly susceptible to how attractive Jungkook was while he danced. More often than not I'd catch myself crossing my legs, gnawing at my lip and holding my breath. Transfixed as I watched him. He never missed the chance to gloat whenever he'd come back to his phone. He'd glance at me, panting and lifting his shirt to wipe away sweat, while I all but whimpered and tried to hide my expression. The look of pride on his face was always well warranted, but it never stopped me from attempting poorly constructed defenses for why I looked the way I did.

I got caught watching him at work one day, a coworker letting out a "Whooooo is that?" behind me. I reflexively chucked my phone onto the ground, choking on my words to get out some semblance of "he's my friend.". One eyebrow lifted, she crossed her arms and sunk down on one hip.

"Ok, suuure. He's quite a sexy friend. Someone's gonna try to snatch him up quick I bet.". The smirk on her face bore into me before she turned on her heel and click-clacked away.

When I picked my phone back up, Jungkook's face was covering the screen and he was wiggling his eyebrows like a lunatic.

"I heeeard that." He said gleefully.

Mortified, I tried to play stoic.

"I'm just a friend, am I? Gimme her number then, maybe she wants to snatch me up." I knew he was joking but the idea of it flooded me with jealousy.

"You're not available to be snatched up!" I cried out, nearly stamping my foot as I said it.

Jungkook's crinkle nosed smile was all I saw, "Yeah, I know. I'm all yours, don't worry.".

His response made me blush.

"I'm yours too, you know." I threw my hair over my shoulder as I said it, trying to hide how weak his words made me feel.

It was the end of October when I got a call from Hobi. He told me that they would be moving within the next week.

After excited giggles, a somber tone took over and I gulped in preparation for whatever was coming next.

"Look, between you and me, Yoongi isn't happy with Lacey. But she's got her hooks in deep this time, I've never seen it this bad before." The words were still soft despite Hobi's stern voice.

"Jungkook has been a giddy idiot lately, which is great for you two. But I'm assuming you aren't completely over Yoongi right?" He didn't wait for me to answer, he knew it as well as I did.

"I hate having to warn you of things like this but I just wanted you to be prepared for when we're there. Yoongi would never cheat, but I don't think he's as willing to let you go as he's pretending to be." Hobi finished with a sigh.

"Have I mentioned you're an angel Hobi?". The care behind his decision to share this with me dampened the dull ache that flared whenever I thought of Yoongi. I felt like, maybe, it would be okay. Hobi believed in me, and I wouldn't be facing this alone. I didn't want to let him down.

Hope fluttered at the possibility that Yoongi didn't want to let me go, balanced delicately on top of the churning complications that came from our relationships with other people.

"I just care about you all. You're emotional pains in the ass but we all are, in our own ways." Hobi's words were refreshingly direct, similar to what my sister had said during venting sessions, and I snorted in response. Hard stuff out of the way, he filled me in on what the guys would all be doing once they got here.

He had gotten a job producing for a local music company. Jimin and Jungkook would be working at a dance studio nearby. Namjoon would start teaching English at an International School and Tae was working on his first gallery installation. He didn't mention what Yoongi would be doing.

When I asked, Hobi tsked to himself and gave a strangely vague answer.

"Well you know, music is his life. He's working on stuff.".

I decided to leave it at that, the countdown to their arrival hanging over my head.

A few days later, I got a call from Jin. He briefly explained that he had gotten a job at a radio station in my city but had to finish out the month before his replacement would be able to take over full time.

He brushed off my remarks of being happy to see him before continuing, "I wanna see you guys being good to each other when I get there. This is gonna be a minefield, think about where you're stepping.".

Why did he always have some bridge troll riddle to give regarding relationships?

I thought I knew what he meant, but the fear of missing something got stuck in my chest like a rusty nail.

Jin threw out a quick, "miss you" before hanging up.

I peeled off loose hangnails and winced as one tugged off. A bright spot of blood bubbled up in the dent where the skin had been.

They would be here in four days.

The second to last night before they were due to move, Jungkook and I were Face-timing. He was stretched out on the couch in oversized grey sweatpants and a giant hoodie. The hoodie had lifted up over his hipbone and I was taking sneak peeks (I thought) at the bits of skin I could see. He was propped up on an elbow and his hood was hiding his face from me.

"What do you think of that baby?"

I heard him say the words but nothing registered properly.

He had reached an arm up under his hoodie to rub at his chest muscles, exposing his toned upper body and confirming that he was indeed not wearing anything under his sweatpants.

"Uh-huh." Was the best reply I could muster. I felt my head nodding but was focused entirely on not blinking.

Jungkook stopped rubbing at his chest and hooked a thumb into his sweat pants, tugging down ever so slightly.

For the first time in my life I let out an "eep" before darting my eyes to his face to check if he had noticed me staring.

All confidence in my sneakiness deflated as I looked at the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen from him. There was even a goddamn twinkle in his eye as he lifted the hand from his sweats to push his hood back away from his face.

"You didn't hear a word I said huh?" he said mischievously. My mouth opened and closed to no avail, I'd been caught, it would be pointless to argue. But I refused to admit defeat.

"No, I heard you. You're just so pretty." I frowned before puckering my lips, trying to twist them away from a pout.

Jungkook was enjoying himself thoroughly, swinging his legs off the couch and leaning forward with his arms on his knees spread wide. Peering at me through the screen, he lowered his voice gently to ask me, "Then, what did I say?".

The neck hole of his hoodie was large enough that it fell open, the light in the living room making it easy to look down into.

"Yes. I mean- wait. Shut up! Do you even know what you said?" The teasing had me flustered, hell, he had me flustered without even teasing me. This was ridiculous.

The same person who cried when I didn't want to stay on the phone while going to the bathroom (because, "We could mute ourselves. At least I'd know you were still there."), was now looking at me like I was the silly baby.

"You know, we'll be together in person soon. In like, less than 48 hours." Jungkook's spontaneous seriousness always came at surprising times.

His eyes were intensely searching for something in my expression and I tilted my head.

"I'm gonna kiss you, even if Yoongi is standing right there." He didn't blink as he said it, maybe looking for a sign that I would turn him down or refuse him.

I cupped my hands around my mouth like I was leaning in to share a secret, loudly whispering, "Not if I kiss you first." back at him.

Relief visibly washed over his face, sharp darkness fading from his eyes as the usual softness replaced it.

"Well good baby, cause allll of this is-" he had started to goofily roll his upper body, grabbing the bottom of his hoodie before a loud crashing sound interrupted him.

Shrieks from Lacey pierced my ears, followed by loud stomping and Yoongi's voice desperately calling out "wait, wait- fuck, WAIT!" behind her. Jungkook dropped his hand and froze, scanning my face to check my reaction.

I had been laying in bed, and pulled my blanket up so that only my eyes were showing. Both of us deer in the headlights, unable to move.

More footsteps came, followed by the front door slamming and muffled yelling.

Jungkook grimaced, "That's been the new norm around here since she moved in. She's...she drinks a lot." He rolled his eyes at the end, tentatively monitoring how I responded.

"Is she- are they, um, does it normally end ok?" I asked, feeling timid. Jungkook and I had been on the phone together every day, most of the day, for at least the past month. How he must've worked to keep me from seeing them fighting battled with my worry for Yoongi's well being.

"Oh, uh, I mean, she apologizes and sweet talks or cries until he gives in. So, kinda. I'm sorry you had to see that, are you ok?" Jungkook was nibbling at his bottom lip and I was overwhelmed by the frustration of being at a distance.

"I'm not leaving your side for at least 3 days when you get here." I declared instead of answering his question. No, I wasn't ok. The limitations of the situation were trapping me in a thick glass case. I had learned way more about Lacey and Yoongi than I had ever cared to know. It was in front of my face and there was nothing I could do but observe it or bang against the glass.

Jungkook's chest swelled up as he inhaled deeply. Eyebrows pulling together while he looked at me as sternly as he could.

His gaze permeated through the glass case, and I could feel him in there with me.

"Well I'm not leaving your side, EVER." he said before blowing kisses at me. He whipped his hand at the screen, like if he threw them hard enough, they might make it across the space between us.

Not wanting him to stop, I tried hiding my smile until it broke free.

"I think you were showing me something?" I said with an air of innocence, looking up as if deep in thought.

Jungkook flopped down onto the couch with a yawn, "I think YOU were gonna read to me like we've been talking about baby."

"Oh! Is that what you were saying earlier? I'll grab it, hang on." I reached onto my side table to grab On Love, by Alain De Botton. Jungkook had no personal interest in reading it but we had a bet going to see if he really needed to hear my voice to fall asleep or not.

When I turned back, Jungkook had his eyes closed and was humming to himself. He insisted he didn't need a blanket, claiming that he only liked how I tucked him in and wouldn't do it any other way.

Only one more night until I could.

I started reading to him, continuing until I saw his head fall forward slightly. Pouty lips twitching as he slept. Smiling to myself, I switched my light off and propped up my phone so I could curl up to sleep.

Sleep didn't come until a few hours later however, not until I had heard the front door open and a single set of footsteps fading away towards Yoongi's room.

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bts-hyperfixation · 1 year

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Outside of the fox

Chapter 13 of ? 2,991 words

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It's a late night, you all skulk off to the bedrooms at around 11:30 upon Jungkook's demand that you couldn't stay awake past midnight on solstice eve-eve. Taehyung makes himself comfortable on the camp bed he brought with him. He set it up next to your bed while on his tour with Jimin, knowing you couldn't protest if you didn't know. Still he came prepared with arguments for when you did offer to vacate to the sofa.

"Don't be silly Y/N, if you sleep on the sofa you might be disturbed by other members of your lovely family when they need to get a drink in the night, and then you'd just end up upsetting yourself and them."

"I'm sure that's not true..."

"Do you not like me? Are you afraid I'll snore? I'll do my best to keep it to a minimum." He bats his eyelashes at you.

"Maybe I don't want you to hear me snore." You roll your eyes.

He grins and leans over to pat your sheets, signalling you to get comfy. You don't bother to try another argument, you know he will win either way. Within the cramped space of the office, the two beds have been pushed together, creating more of a double bed with a separate duvet feel. It might be the closest you've ever been to Taehyung apart from when he is hugging you.

His hair curls across his forehead as he turns on to his side to look at you. You face him too making sure there is enough distance that you can see the entirety of his face, but also not fall out of bed. He reaches over to move some baby hairs away from your eyes.

"I've never had a real sleepover before." He comments "My parents were never keen on the idea..."

"Mine weren't either." You respond. "Even as an adult though? You've never had a sleepover?"

"Not unless you count one-night stands, and I hardly think they count when they don't include sleeping."

He gets lost in thought for a moment as if actually contemplating the genuine categorization of a booty call.

"On that note, good night Tae."

You turn over to look at the wall, tracing the familiar patterns of the wallpaper with your eyes until you start to drift away into sleep.

"Goodnight beautiful," Taehyung says.

You can hear the sheets rustle as he makes himself comfortable.

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You are awoken long before the sun by an excited ball of energy bursting into your room.

"Oh I'm interrupting..." Jungkook's ears fold down over his face as he looks at you and Taehyung. It takes your sleep-addled brain a moment to catch up with what he could possibly be referring to. Then you notice the weight across your chest.

Both of your duvets had fallen to the floor in the night and Taehyung had dropped his arm over you and pulled you close to him. You try wriggling free, but Taehyung just smirks and drags you back to him.

"You can join us if you like bunny?" He asks, his voice gravelly and low from sleep.

Jungkook squeeks and exits the room quickly making Taehyung laugh.

"Jumpy little thing isn't he?" He props himself up over you, keeping you pinned under him.

"He has some stuff going on... Can you get off me?" You ask.

You reach up to push at his chest but decide better when you take in the fact his shirt is missing. His eyes follow yours and he takes too much pleasure in relishing your reaction to his bare torso.

"Sorry... I sleep hot, I think it's a bear thing."

He hovers for another second before removing himself from you and clambering off the bed. He gathers his clothes for the day out of a duffle bag and heads out of the room.

You take a deep breath but immediately recognise that as a bad idea when you are hit in the face by a concentrated dose of Taehyung's scent. Your first port of call following this was to open the small window in your room letting in the freezing morning air but letting out the suddenly overwhelming scent of male hybrid. Then you actually check the time. 7:30 am... on a Saturday. Holiday or no holiday, that bunny was going to pay for the early alarm at some point. A sentiment you think might be mirrored among the other housemates when you see Yoongi grumpily trudging past your door.

You get dressed quickly, knowing you'd never live it down if Taehyung caught you changing, and then head downstairs to get started on breakfast. Jungkook is sitting at the breakfast table, practically vibrating with excitement waiting for everyone to join him. His cheeks are still tinged pink and any annoyance you had faded when you take in how cute he looks.

He is fully kitted out to enjoy the holidays. He is wearing a paper crown and knitted jumper with festive imagery.

"Full monty for breakfast Kookie?" You ask grabbing a selection of frying pans from under the stove.

"N..no... I didn't, he wasn't..." He babbles clearly thinking you're talking about something else.

"I meant a fry-up Jungkook..." You say gesturing to the pan.

"Oh... right, yes please." The fading pink returns in full force.

"And so you know Taehyung and me, we woke up like that, nothing happened."

"It's okay if it did, you're a grown-up, and he is pretty..." Jungkook looks down and starts finding the corner of the tablecloth very interesting when he speaks.

"Then you date him. I'm not interested in that kind of relationship right now."

Your statement clearly closes the conversation for discussion but Jungkook does look a little relieved at your assurance. You crack enough eggs into the pan to feed a small army and then switch the bacon on under the grill. Yoongi arrives just in time to help you with the toast and tomatoes. As if by magic the rest of the family filters in just as the two of you plate up.

After everyone's had their fill Namjoon's face turns deadly serious and he starts dishing out preparation roles like they were an emperor's commands. Taehyung and Hobi, as guests, were instructed to make punch and chop fruit for snacking on throughout the next two days. You and Yoongi were meant to get the kitchen ready for tomorrow, but it was definitely more aimed at Yoongi with you as an extra set of hands. He, Jimin, and Jungkook were going to go up the hill and create a bonfire ready for the next night.

It was going to be a long day filled with chores and hard labour but it would be more than worth it to actually relax on the day of the solstice.

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Unsurprisingly with the early start, everyone was slacking off by noon. Even Namjoon had slowed in his efforts to carry wood up the hill. Yoongi had assured you everything that could possibly be done in the kitchen was finished for now. All the meat had to marinate and rest before it could be cooked. Taehyung and Hobi's job had taken them just over an hour, and a lot of that appears to have been punch taste testing based on how giggly they had become since breakfast.

It was fun watching the two of them on the sofa. They had been barred from the kitchen a long time ago when the fruit-throwing wars had begun. Now they were just chopping up strawberries while whispering to each other and occasionally throwing glances over their shoulders to look at you two in the kitchen. You should've known Taehyung would make friends quickly.

The bonfire boys come inside dripping with sweat, sitting at the table to avoid getting any of the fabric chairs gross.

"I think this is going to be the biggest fire yet," Namjoon says wiping his head with the back of his hand.

"I should think so with four extra people this year." Yoongi comments, kissing the tired leader softly.

Jungkook is dozing slightly, leaning on Jimin's shoulder. He may not have even slept last night with all the excitement.

"It also turns out that with so many extra hands, preparations go a lot faster. We have the rest of the day completely free." Yoongi says, ruffling the hair between Jungkook's bunny ears.

"Really? That's awesome." Jimin chimes. "Maybe we could play a game?"

"You got one in mind?" Hobi asks practically skipping into the kitchen with Taehyung in tow.

"I vote for spin the bottle." Taehyugn coos raising his hand excitedly.

"Of course you do." You shake your head.

"Hey, I'm flexible. 7 minutes in heaven works too." He winks, but it's aimed at Jimin and not you.

You find yourself a little put out when the panda's attention shifts but you try to let it go.

"Anyone who is not mentally a junior in high school?"

"Mario Kart? Game of Life? We could play in teams so there are enough pieces." Jungkook asks.

His eyes blinked open at the mention of a game, but it is clear that he isn't up for playing anything at this moment. A thought clearly echoed by Namjoon as he butts in.

"I think we would all benefit from a nap first." He stretches dramatically, yawning for effect.

"And a shower," Yoongi says wrinkling his nose as he gets hit full force by Namjoon's pits.

The bear puts his arms back down sheepishly but Jimin takes it as a challenge, shaking off Jungkook so he can chase Yoongi through the kitchen, catching him in his sweaty arms and rubbing himself across the cringing jackal.

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You find it difficult to sleep with the sun streaming through the lightweight curtains in your room. As it turns out Taehyung does snore. He also drools. He is well and truly passed out on the bed next to yours as you sit and scroll through your phone willing your eyes to droop just so you can skip to everyone else being awake again.

Alas, sleep seems to have escaped your grasp.

You climb out of bed and head back downstairs, hoping the TV could distract you for long enough. You are surprised to see a figure perched on the sofa, remote in hand flicking through the channels. Clearly, you weren't the only one that hadn't been completely wiped out by the morning's activities. Hoseok is awake as ever, if not a lot less giggly than he had been this morning.

You slide onto the sofa next to him and take the remote from his hand, settling on a channel showing an old Solstice movie. He starts to protest but the complaint dies before it makes it through his lips.

"Couldn't sleep?" You ask stating the obvious.

"I was starting to think the sleepiness was their hibernation instincts until you appeared." He shrugged.

"I've never felt the need to hibernate, I guess I'm lucky that way. Maybe that is why they are so sleepy. Still, I hope they wake up soon, I thought of something we could play."

"Oh really? Do share."

Hoseok shifts his entire body to face you properly.

"Hide and seek could be fun. I don't know if you've seen all of it because I know I haven't but the land that belongs to the cottage is huge."

"Yeah I noticed that, considering the house is so small they really didn't use the space well," Hoseok says glancing back through the window in the kitchen. "But hide and seek could definitely be fun, has that childish element Taehyung was looking for."

"I'm not sure that's the childish element he was looking for at all, and I think you know that."

Your conversation drifts off and you watch the rest of the movie together in comfortable silence.

The others all stumble into the lounge and join you over the course of the next hour, planting themselves on the floor in front of you instead of finding other chairs. Namjoon is the last one to crawl out of Jungkook's room, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He sits on the arm of the sofa closest to you and watches the credits roll. The adverts have started playing before anyone makes any moves. But eventually, Jimin stands and drags Jungkook up with him. Taehyung and Yoongi follow suit, the latter a little begrudgingly as he clearly regrets sitting on the floor.

"So what game do you guys want to play?" The red panda asks, fluffy little ears twitching a little excitedly.

"Y/N suggested hide and seek?" Hoseok throws out there.

"Yeah, that sounds fun." Yoongi agrees.

"Less fun than my ideas, but I'm willing to play. What are the boundaries?" Taehyugn asks.

Everyone turns to look at Namjoon.

"It was Y/n's idea shouldn't she come up with rules?" He asks.

"I don't know the grounds that well." You point out.

"Right of course..."

He thinks for a moment, taking his role very seriously. Namjoon decides on five definitive rules that should be followed.

1. No whining when you are found.

2. Nobody touches Yoongi's studio

3. No hiding in places you could get stuck.

4. If you are found you have to help look.

5. If you are hidden for more than one hour you have to move inside the cottage to hide.

With the rules set, he also decides he would be the first one to seek. He starts a timer on his phone and lies face down on the sofa so it's obvious he can't cheat, not that any of you think he would be capable of cheating.

You don't see where the others run off to, you take off out of the back door as fast as your legs would carry you, not looking behind to see if anyone followed you. You'd had a quick look around once when Jimin first told you about how big the land was but you hadn't had a good opportunity to take in the details so you were more or less hoping to come across something useful.

You hear Namjoon shout in the distance when the timer goes off but you are too concerned with the fact you're still in plain sight, so you dive behind the nearest bush and scan the area. You spot the heel of Jimin's trainer as he ducks behind a tree opposite you. He climbs up the branches quickly and hides in the thickest part of the twigs. without the leaves, it's not perfect but it's still pretty solid provided Namjoon doesn't think to look up.

From his vantage point, he spots you and winks, blowing a kiss in your direction. Then he settles down into the curve of the branches and makes himself comfortable for the long haul.

You take another look around, checking for Namjoon and coming up empty, so you risk moving. There's an old shed filled with holes a little further away. It was probably damp and covered in cobwebs, but it would be the perfect thing to hide behind. The holes would allow you to see Namjoon coming and the width would let you sneak around without getting caught if Namjoon decided to check around.

You sprint from the relative safety of your bush to your new hiding spot just as your phone vibrates in your pocket.

Namjoon: 'Your own bed is not a hiding place'

It comes complete with an image of Yoongi's tail poking out from beneath the bed frame. It certainly didn't take long for Namjoon to track one of you down. The fact he'd decided to send pictures did mean you would always have a good idea of how close he was getting though.

Namjoon: 1 down 5 to go

Not two minutes later your phone buzzes again.

Namjoon: Might want to put your phones on silent...

A picture of a very sulky-looking Hobi accompanies this one. He is clambering out of a closet you don't recognise. He must've been brave enough to venture into Jungkook's room.

Ten minutes pass with no updates and you find yourself wishing you had thought to go to the bathroom before starting the game. You squirmed as you waited it out hoping the feeling would pass but it caused you to lose focus just long enough to not hear the twig snap as footsteps came towards you.

They came around both sides of the shed, caging you in so there was nowhere to run. Yoongi grabbed you as Namjoon took the picture of your capture.

Namjoon: Turns out Y/N isn't very good at hiding either.

You don't stick around to help them look, instead heading straight back to the house to use the bathroom, secretly happy they'd found you. You completely forgot to mention that Jimin was spying on you all from the tree.

In your time in the bathroom, they stumble across Jungkook in the greenhouse and Taehyung among some rose bushes. Meaning Jimin had won.

Namjoon: Jimin, come out now, you win...

Jimin: That's no fun, come find me.

You find your way back to the men just as they are about to walk past Jimin for the tenth time. You hold Namjoon's shoulders and turn him back to face the tree and tilt his head upwards.

"Well, that's not fair... I can't climb that high." The bear points out frowning.

"I guess I'll just stay up here forever then." Jimin shrugs.

"Fine then you don't get to have snacks when we all go back to the house and leave you there," Yoongi says, turning to head back to the cottage.

"Wait, no, I'm starving...Give me a second."

Jimin starts to climb down, making his descent look easy, right up until he stepped on the wrong branch.

Outside of the fox master list

It snapped with a sickening crunch and Jimin came tumbling out of the tree. He hit the ground with a harsh thud groaning as he clutched onto his arm.

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rantingravingliving · 2 years

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Unscathed

Adjective: wholly unharmed : not injured

Well that’s not me because look at this MFing face: He goes for the heart.

Also this MF: Like, who’s next?

And this one? He savors the hunt.

And the rest of them:

Yeah. They say to better think twice.

See all those bullets on the floor? Careful, they say. They can get you ballistic. *** Just noticed: Jimin’s background is heavily damaged than the rest, with some parts almost destroyed. RM’s background has the most number of bullet holes I think. V come’s second. J-hope has the least. I wonder if this is how they perceived the things that were thrown at them in their journey as a BTS member. If it is, Jimin almost got destroyed :(

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Empty Love: 05 || jjk

❥ Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

❥ Word Count: 1.7k

❥ Rating: M

❥ Genre: angst, fluff, idol!au, childhood friends to lovers au, slow-burn

❥ Warnings: swearing, angst, eventual smut in the future

❥ A/N: I will make a series masterlist post for this fic soon because I realized this will be longer than my other series! Thank you for supporting me and staying with this story.💙

❥ Previous Chapter: Chapter 4

RECAP

“Then it’s settled. Y/N and Tae will be sharing a room,” Joon says, giving a clap, finally happy with the decision.

You turn away from Taehyung only to stand there with your back still pressed to his chest, his arms loosely clasped around your waist. You look around only to see happy faces, everyone looking relieved with the decision except for one person. Dark eyes stare into yours. You can see the clear sign of unhappiness swimming through them, but you don’t expect to feel the coldness directed towards you. It would’ve been fine if it were anyone else, but it was him, and the last thing you needed was a frustrated Jungkook.

Maybe you should’ve put more thought into your pajamas while packing. Usually, you just slept in a simple cotton t-shirt nightgown, assuming that would be fine. Of course, that was before you realized you would have to share a room with one of the boys. There were also only two bathrooms, meaning you would have to share one of them with Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin.

All the boys would be already changed and waiting in the small living area. You just have to suck it up and walk out. You’re not the same girl you were before your makeover. The whole purpose of it was to remind you of the confidence you carry, and it was slowly fading.

"Okay, so tomorrow we have our first interview in the afternoon at 1. We'll go over some important stuff before it. Then there's a small fan meet at 4, and we're free after that," Namjoon explains as he reads over the paper in his hand.

Your feet bring you closer to the small table; the seven of them gather around. They still haven’t noticed your presence, making it feel awkward.

"Do I get to come?"

The soft and hesitant question that leaves your mouth causes their heads to turn, with different expressions on each of their faces as they notice you. Your brows furrow as you stare at them in confusion, all of them silent until Taehyung decides to break the silence.

"Need more sleep," he says, eyes trailing over the words on your light pink nightgown, a smile forming on his lips as he finishes his sentence, "it's cute."

A blush sets in on your cheeks as you realize they were all looking at your legs, more of your skin on display than usual. You didn't think anything about it because you wore nighties to bed every night. It hadn't occurred to you that the boys had never seen you in something this short.

A scoff echoes in the small space, and your eyes meet an irritated Jungkook.

"Need more sleep, more like need more fabric," he mumbles harshly, causing you to wince at the insult. You hated dealing with this Jungkook. You could take his words up to a certain point, but this wasn't any usual teasing, he meant for them to sting, and they did in fact.

It happens quickly before you even register it. Jimin elbows Jungkook in his side and lets out an audible, "ow, what was that for," only to receive glares from the other boys.

It feels even tenser in the room now. You feel out of place and slightly uncomfortable. You shouldn't feel this way, and you wouldn't have before if Jungkook didn't say those words. It was your fault, and you should've considered that you'd be staying with seven boys.

Your hands reach down to tug the fabric of your nightie lower, but it's not going anywhere. The boys can even sense how uncomfortable you feel as they all turn away from you except for Joon and Jungkook.

Now would be the perfect time for the ground to open up and swallow you whole as Jungkook's eyes roam over your body from head to toe, no shame whatsoever, as Namjoon's eyes stay locked onto yours.

"Of course, you're coming along. You'll finally be able to see us in work mode," he grins, flashing you his signature dimples.

Relief floods your body at the change in the subject, and you want to thank Namjoon over and over for treating you like normal. You nod at his response and offer him a small smile before voicing your sleepiness and decision to head to bed early.

You've been in bed for over an hour when laughter pierces your ears and the bedroom creaks open. Even though it’s faint, the pitter-patter of feet moving about carefully in the darkness of the night and the opening and closing of drawers keep you from sleeping. A gasp escapes your mouth when you hear a loud thump and several curses leave Taehyung’s mouth. Quickly you roll over and turn on the lamp next to you, eyes squinting as the brightness blinds you.

Laughter almost pours out as your vision focuses on an unsteady Taehyung holding his toe tightly as he bites his lip.

"My fucking toe," he groans, applying pressure to the wounded area. As much as you try to stifle your laughter, it comes out regardless. The last thing you expected was to find Taehyung sitting on the floor shirtless in nothing but his shorts. The view would've probably excited you, but you can’t help but find him cute, his cheeks puffed up as he tries to relieve the pain.

There’s a lot of movement in the room across from yours before your bedroom door swings open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. Standing before you is a bothered Jungkook in nothing but grey sweats hanging lowly from his hips, his toned figure on display for your eyes to take in.

"What happened?"

You can see the concern on his face as his brows furrow, but then relax as he sees Taehyung rubbing his foot.

"I hit my toe," Tae replies with his big doe eyes, a pout forming on his pink lips.

Jungkook only rolls his eyes as he quickly surveys the room, his eyes rapidly doing a once over of you, which you somehow miss. He swallows before nodding and seeing himself out, mumbling a quick "goodnight."

Your mind replays the image of Jungkook bursting into your room so disheveled, his hair tousled messily from sleep, his lips pink, his pants hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his chiseled abs on display. Stop thinking about him like that, you scold yourself. Thoughts of him like that shouldn't occupy your brain, but as Taehyung climbs into the bed next to you, switching off the light, those thoughts of Jungkook are the only thing on your mind as you drift off to sleep.

Do you know that strange feeling where you feel as if you're in between the state of being awake and being asleep? That's what you were feeling right now. Your mind is aware that your body is unconscious, so you can still faintly hear whispers even though you're not moving.

"I heard it too," a voice murmurs.

A few seconds pass, and you still hear the faint mutters before your eyes are fluttering open. You first notice a very close Jungkook and Jimin leaning over your face, causing you to let out a gasp and move back only to collide your head with Taehyung's face.

"Ow, fuck, that hurt," he shrieks while rubbing his nose. You look between the three boys around you, clearly confused as to why they had surrounded you.

"Um, what's going on?" The three of them exchange looks before Jimin breaks the silence.

"What were you dreaming about?" A giant smirk plasters itself across his face as your cheeks flush at the random question, slowly recalling your dreams.

"U-uh nothing. Why?" you stutter out, not expecting the sudden interest in your dreams.

Taehyung lets out a chuckle from behind you as he moves to lay on his back, his arms stretching out behind his head, biceps flexing at such a simple movement.

"It didn't sound like nothing," he says, dark eyes flickering over to you with a hint of amusement in them, a small smile dancing across his lips. You shrink inward as they make you feel smaller under all of their gazes. You had been dreaming about Jungkook and the different scenarios that could happen between the two of you. It was a pleasurable dream, you'll admit that much, but then the guilt soon sets in as you remember he has a girlfriend.

"Oh, come on, y/n. What were you dreaming about?" Jimin pushes again as he sits down next to you on the bed, his attention entirely on you as he folds his legs beneath him.

"Or who were you dreaming about?" Jungkook asks, slightly lifting his brows as he folds his arms over his exposed chest. His biceps flex at the sudden movement as he stands there with his bed head kissing his forehead, making him look even more tempting than he did in your dream.

You squint and sit up, suddenly feeling the heat rush to your cheeks.

"I wasn't dreaming about anyone," you emphasize, not wanting him to put anything together.

"I can see your cheeks heating up," Jimin says as he pinches your cheek causing you to swat his hand away.

"Plus, I could hear you moaning in your sleep," Taehyung says casually, causing you to choke on air as you turn to him wide-eyed.

"Don't deny it. We could hear you from our room," Jungkook says, his voice dropping even lower than before as his heated stare pierced into you.

His rough sleepy voice was driving you crazy. All you could do was stuff your face in your knees before he could see the lust swimming around in them.

"Was it one of us?" Jimin smirks as he leans in closer, pulling your face up.

A squeak leaves your mouth as his nose brushes the tip of your own, the intense stare of his eyes causing your stomach to flip.

"That's a yes," Jungkook mutters as he pushes Jimin over harshly, earning a yelp from the older boy. Jungkook stares at you intensely, and you're afraid that he can see through you.

"Who?"

It comes out low. It was low enough for you to hear it, but you would've missed it if you weren't paying attention. You're silent as you stare back into his eyes, his gaze never wavering and you can feel yourself slowly start to crumble.

"Tae. It was Taehyung," you say quickly without a second to process it.

Taehyung's head whips around quickly, his eyes landing on yours, the shock dripping through. Jimin's stare is flickering back and forth between you and Jungkook, an unsure look in his eyes.

One thing was certain. Everyone, including yourself, was ultimately side swept by the answer you just revealed. You were in some serious shit, and now you dragged Taehyung into it too.

Chapter 06

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i-can-make-it-write · 2 years

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Still With You (Chapter 2)

It’s been three years since you last saw Jungkook. The last time you did, you were part of Big Hit’s camera crew, and you left when things were getting too intense as your relationship with Jungkook blossomed. Now you are both reunited as In The Soop Season 1 is being filmed. What will the reunion be like?

Angst | Idol AU | ITS1 | Jungkook x Reader

Continued from Chapter 1

*Flashback*

January 2015

It’s freezing cold as he traverses the corridors of their office building, looking for the water filter. He has been rehearsing their new choreography with the guys for the past 6 hours at least. His knees caps can’t even seem to be able to hold his body up. Dabbing his towel across his wet forehead and holding an icepack to his neck, he notices that the lights are still on where the editing department is.

This isn’t unusual. In fact, close to half of the staff members is still somewhere in the building doing something or another. 2 am isn’t even too late for the passionate people here at Big Hit. Even so, as he fills in his bottle with cold water, his eyes wander towards the lit office area. Curious, he makes his way to the open cubicles, straining his neck to see who is around before deciding on switching off the lights altogether. He almost did so when a chuckle echoed from a corner of the office.

Shifting his line of sight, he notices a female editor of slight build with her headphones on. You were wearing a thick hoodie, your thick hair in a bun at the top of your head, and bedroom slippers on bare feet. Your facial features are animated as you stare at the screen - its light illuminating your face as you release yet another giggle at the screen.

Quietly without you noticing him, Jungkook observes from behind to see what you’re is watching. To his surprise, he sees himself twerking on camera to Song Ji Eun’s Pretty Age 25. He vaguely remembers dancing to this before a broadcast a few weeks ago but didn’t realise he was being filmed. His jaw drops as he sees himself slapping his own butt while dancing to the song. You erupt into yet another giggle as you replay the clip. He finally snaps him out of it.

“You can’t post that!!” he shouts.

“Argghhhh!” you do a double take, jumping out of your chair, and knocking your cup of coffee all over the keyboard.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” Jungkook apologises as he tries to placate with outstretched hands.

“Jeez, you gave me such a scare!” You begin to notice the aftermath of your coffee all over your desktop. “Shit, this is going to be so hard to clean!” You immediately stand up to grab tissues in the cubicle next to yours to mop up most of the mess.

“Here, you can use this,” he says, offering his towel. You grab it gratefully and start to earnestly soak up the coffee that sticks to your keyboard.

“I’m not sure this will work now. Did you have to sneak up on me like that??”

Jungkook looks at her sheepishly, a hand at the back of his neck as he regrets his outburst. “I’m so sorry, I just got so worried that there will be a clip of my doing that floating on the internet. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Glaring at him, you start to notice that the coffee has also absolutely drenched the hoodie you are wearing. Groaning inwardly, you bend down to start to mop up the liquid, even though you know it’s going to be futile. He seems to have noticed it at the same time, and bends toward you at the same time as well - and timing and circumstance somehow brought both of your skulls together, and before you know it, both of you are clutching your heads and moaning from the pain.

“I think you are bad for my health,” you chuckle as he bursts into laughter.

“Shit, I am so sorry. I don’t know why. I am not usually this clumsy. I swear.” Collecting his thoughts, he unzips his hoodie and hands it over to you.

You stare at it for a moment, and then shift your attention to his face. “What am I supposed to do with that?”

“Er...for you to wear? Since yours is now covered in coffee? It’s the least I could do.”

“No, no, the least you could do is to replace my now useless keyboard. I am not wearing your sweat-soaked hoodie.” you say while grimacing at the piece of clothing he is offering.

Jungkook tsks under his breath. This was not how he would imagine anyone would react to him offering his outerwear. Even if it is a member of staff at his company.

“Are you new here? I haven’t noticed you around.”

“It’s my first week here actually. They just handed me a bunch of clips to be edited for Bangtan Bombs. They didn’t tell me much except to edit them into 2 minute or less clips of all of the funny moments I could find - within some stipulated boundaries. The subject of butt slapping and twerking was mentioned - and I was planning to cut that part out by the way,” you finished while attempting to mop the rest of the liquid around your desktop.

“Yeah...for some reason there seems to be a lot of butt-slapping when we are together,” he says while sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.

“No shit, I just edited out a bunch of them with that impish-looking blonde with the guy who has abs.”

It was then that Jungkook realise that you were a total non-fan that the company just picked up. You don’t even seem to know the members’ names. Maybe that isn’t such a bad thing he realises as he stares down at his hoodie. He’s got enough fawning fans, and he didn’t need them at the workplace too. It helps sometimes when the staff can remain objective and clinical.

“Jimin and Tae can be a little bit too much sometimes. But that was a momentary lapse in judgement on my part, I swear. I didn’t realise that the camera was on me.”

You smirked at him as you start to unzip your coffee-soaked hoodie. “Yeah, ok, you tell yourself that. There’s plenty of other questionable footage that I’ve seen in the short week I’ve been here. You guys are just plain nuts when you are running on adrenaline and endorphins.”

“Well, I - “ Jungkook forgets what he was about to say as he watches you taking off your jacket and revealing a black skimpy tank top. Parts of which clung to your skin as the coffee seeps through to leave almost nothing to the imagination. In fact, even the tops of your bra peek through - red lace with red straps.

You look up at him as he stares at you. Your cheeks start to tinge with dusty pink blush as you realise the state you are in.

“Erm, I know I am all sweaty, but the hoodie isn’t. I only just put it on before coming up here. I wasn’t like wearing it during practice. Y-you can still have it if you want to.” he says while trying to look elsewhere.

You give a sigh as you realise there isn’t another way out now. “Ok, give it here.”

Jungkook attempts to mop up more of the coffee on your desk as you attempt to discreetly put on his hoodie. The desk is still really sticky with the liquid, but most of it was gone now. Except for your keyboard. There’s no saving it now. He makes a mental note to replace it tomorrow.

“Thanks for the jacket. Although in hindsight, I wouldn’t have needed it if it wasn’t for you scaring me half to death,” you said as you click away at your PC to save what you still can. There’s no point in continuing now that your keyboard isn’t working, and truth be told, the day’s fatigue is starting to sink in. You look at your watch and notice the time.

“Jeez, it’s past two in the morning. I planned on leaving an hour ago.”

“Wow, my butt must have been really distracting,” Jungkook says with a cheeky smirk. He doesn’t quite understand where the confidence is coming from. He’s usually so much more reserved around girls. Something about your aura puts him at ease.

He chuckles as you roll your eyes. “I just didn’t realise that idols were into slapstick humour is all. For what it’s worth, you guys have great comedic timing. It’s no wonder these videos do such high numbers online.” you say this as you shut your PC down, grab your coffee-stained hoodie, and stuff it into your backpack.

You start to make your way out of the office, and without much thought, he follows you as you shut down the lights and make your way towards the lift.

“Do you need a ride home? It’s late now,” he says as you slump in the corner of the lift. He tries to ignore the fact that he feels pleasantly comforted to see you wearing his hoodie - even though it does seem to swallow you whole. His sleeves enveloped your hands, and the bottom of the outerwear was almost at the tops of your thighs.

“Nah, it’s ok, I have a motorcycle that I came to work in. It’s a necessity when I’m always a night owl. I don’t care much for public transport so late into the night, and a taxi is just too much money.”

It was then belatedly that Jungkook notices that you were carrying your motorcycle helmet under your arm. He is hit with a sudden pang of jealousy. You sounded so independent and carefree.

He observes your casual stance as you lean on the elevator wall. His large jacket slid off part of your shoulder, allowing for your bra and tank top strap to peek through. Strands of your hair escape the bun from the top of your head to now rest around your face. You remained uncaring of how you looked despite being in the same space with him. He finds this both foreign and endearing. It’s been a long time since he has met a girl who seems as carefree as you are.

The elevator dinged to signal that you are both on the ground floor. The practice studio where he was heading back to was in the basement of the building next door. Both of you step out into the cold night and instinctively looked up at the night sky.

“Well, self-butt slapper, I am off. Just try not to sneak up on anyone ya? I’ll return your jacket tomorrow. Probably need to be in early to complete those videos I’ve yet to edit.”

Jungkook stifles a smile as you walked away towards the parking lot. He’s still at the pavement stile observing you getting onto a humble looking 110 cc electric blue motorbike when someone claps him sharply on his back.

“Jungkook-ah, what took you so long! We are wrapping up the last verse’s choreo before heading back. Tae was beside himself with hunger, and I couldn’t stand the whining, so I came here to look for you,” Hoseok-hyung exclaims while he squeezes the back of his neck.

“I’m coming now. Nothing happened.”

But everything was just beginning.

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