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heottokes · 8 months

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𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞. 62. say yes

acquiesce v. to accept something reluctantly but without protest. two strangers are trying to rewrite their story that was already written for them but to do that they need each other. yoongi needs y/n to keep his only dream alive and y/n needs yoongi to keep her secret hidden. so the two strangers form an unlikely alliance of playing pretend.

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Yoongi’s grandfather welcomes you to his home warmly. The house was quiet unlike the first and last time you visited. You followed him outside where he was sitting before you came over. A half played baduk laid out on the floor. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asks as he sits back down. He gestures for you to sit across from him, and you follow while Yoongi sits in between the two of you.

“We wanted to visit you before we make our summer break plans.” Yoongi explains. His grandfather only nods as he continues the game. He moves his piece and gestures for your turn. As you contemplate your move, Yoongi continues. “Did you hear? About Jack Trader?” His grandfather hums while watching your move. “Did you have anything to do with it?”

You both turn your attention to Yoongi. You look at him with shock and confusion at his insinuation. His grandfather laughs. “Why do you think I would have anything to do with it?”

“He has managed to get away with it for this long. Bribing and extorting his way out of it. All of a sudden, he resigns. And there’s a whistleblower coming forward that’s not going to be silenced?”

Yoongi’s grandfather makes his next move and crosses his arms. “And if I did have something to do with it?”

You pause seeing Yoongi’s apprehension. “Why would you do that?” He sighs frustrated. “I didn’t ask you to do that, and I don’t want to owe you anymore than I already do.”

“The moment I met y/n, your debt to me was gone.” Yoongi’s shoulders relax and a look of shock covers his face. “The moment I knew you were willing to give up your dreams for her sake, I knew it was love.�� Yoongi couldn’t help the blush that took over his face. You smile sheepishly as well. “I would have done anything for your grandmother; the love of my life. She always wanted to me retire early and travel with her. I wanted to keep working even though I love her. I eventually did and we spent time together like we always talked about. But now she’s gone, I realised I didn’t leave enough time.” His voice was soft and melancholic. His gaze somewhere far away. “How can I hold it against you when it was for love?” The words Yoongi wanted to say didn’t come out. He grew up knowing his grandfather as the toughest person he knew. Harsher and colder than his parents. Unforgiving and unrelenting. He never gave special treatment. He never bent the rules. Yoongi grew up disappointing him. He wanted Yoongi to continue as his father’s heir. Follow through the family business. When Yoongi asked for his help, he wasn’t surprised when he asked for what he would get in return, once a businessman always a businessman. It didn’t surprise Yoongi when he said he wanted him to intern under his father so he could take over the business. But now, he’s changed his mind? No, he has a change of heart. Yoongi finds it hard to believe. “I don’t want to have any more regrets when it comes to you, Yoongi.” His grandfather continues seemingly reading his mind. “I don’t want to ruin any more of my relationships. I don’t want to only leave my money and business behind. I don’t want you to live a life you don’t want.” Yoongi tears up at how his grandfather speaks about his life. How he acknowledges his limited time.

“Thank you; for everything.” The two hug for the first time in a long time.

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“So now that we’re all graduated, what’s next?” Namjoon asks the group. After the graduation ceremony, everyone celebrated with their own classmates. Then, celebrated with their families after. The entire group only had time to meet up a couple of weeks after. “I got a job with a not-for-profit that focuses on mental health issues.”

“That’s so cool, Joon!” Adora commends Namjoon as did everyone else.

“I already signed with a label.” Hyewon says not surprising anyone. Everyone congratulated her as she raised her beer as a thanks.

You all sat in a circle on foldable chairs. The sea breeze refreshing as you dig your feet in the sand. The small bonfire is the main source of light. “Hobi hooked us up under his parents’ label.” Jungkook answered.

“I already booked some gigs for magazines and fashion week.” Taehyung informed proudly.

“I’m shadowing my dad for a couple months before I get an official position in his company.” Jin says. “What about you two?” Jin directs the question to you and Yoongi who are the last ones to answer.

Everyone went around talking about their plans and futures, but you stayed quiet. You hadn’t thought about it. Your parents most likely already planned for you to work with them. Yoongi hadn’t told you his plans either. “Paris,”

“Paris?” You and the entire group repeated Yoongi’s answer in shock.

He looks at you with a boyish smile. “Wanna go to Paris?” You were flustered and butterflies swirled around in your stomach. “I know, we haven’t discussed it, but we should get away just the two of us. Before we get busy with this new chapter of our lives.” You couldn’t contain your smile ignoring everyone’s comments about the romance. “What do you say?”

“Yes,”

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“I never thought I would be in Paris.” You sigh dreamily as you look at the city lights.

“Jin mentioned you wanted to take Joon here when we got back from our trip. Sorry, you’re here with me instead.” You laughed at his apology.

“Are you kidding?” You close the distance between the two of you and lay your hand on his chest. “There’s no one else I’d rather be here with than you. I just meant Joon would appreciate this city.” He hums placing his hand on top of yours. “I can’t believe you still remember that. That was like three years ago?”

“I remember everything about you.” Your heart swells at his affection. You couldn’t help but think about how far the two of you have come. From sitting awkwardly across each other, plotting your lies and forced interest to sitting on a balcony overlooking the Eiffel Tower and confessing your mutual love for each other like it was the first time. “What are your plans when we get back?”

You sigh replacing your hand on his chest with your head. He wraps his arm around you, and you take in the scenery in front of you. “I don’t know. I’m surprised my parents haven’t told me what my plans are.” You chuckle at their odd behaviour. Did they have a change of heart like Yoongi’s grandfather? You didn’t want to even entertain the idea and give you a gleam of hope. But if they did, you didn’t know where you would start. Going back to esreservations was not an option. You will keep in touch with Hyori, but you don’t want to put yourself and the people you care about in danger again. “What about you?”

“I still have until the end of this year until the lease on my studio is up. Probably work on new music, release and promote it, and get signed by a label.” You nod solemnly. Everyone knows what they’re doing but you. As if he read your thoughts, Yoongi squeezed your shoulder. You look up at him and he gives you a smile. “Let’s call your parents tomorrow, ask them if they have any plans for you. If they do, we can talk about if you want to do it.” You laugh at the idea. Saying no to your parents? That would be a first. “If they don’t, then we’ll figure it out together.”

“That sounds nice.” For once in your life, you made a decision for yourself. You outweighed the risks against the benefits and took a leap of faith. For once, you didn’t have a plan. You broke the rules. You went against everything you knew and believed in. It turned out to be the best thing you ever did. Because of it, you met Yoongi. You found your people and made unbreakable bonds with them. Because of it, you are in love and are experiencing moments to remember for the rest of your life. Because of it, you know there is no need to worry. The best things come without any plan or calculation. The best things will come if you let it and say yes. The best things will come because it was always meant to be.

[a/n] ok here it is! the epilogues are out so this means the completed end to acquiesce for good. not sure if anyone will catch onto the callbacks from the previous chapters but if you do, you're amazing :O

thank you so much for reading my series (i know i say this all the time but it is because i truly mean it from the bottom of my heart). i appreciate every single show of love for my writing. love you all and hope you enjoyed this series

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simp4eshal · 2 years

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She's a maneater masterlist

She's a maneater ; A Kim Taehyung sm au

Resume: Kim Taehyung is a shy art major in Paris, Y/N's an outgoing fashion major in Paris too. What happens when, for Jimin's sake, the two of them meet at a party ? She ruins him.

Social media au

coming soon

Y/N's social support : Taehyung's clowns

Jimin's party

Who’s Taehyung ?

Ready bitch

THEY DID WHAT ???

Clownery fr fr

The guy from the party yk

She's gonna ruin me bro

So...y'all kissed or sum ?

It's not a date

It was a date

So...y'all fucked or sum ?

Anime boobies

Kinda, sorta...threesome ?

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btsqualityy · 2 years

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Yoongi’s social media

Ingore dates and times.

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bts-social-au · 2 years

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Nothing Like Us-Part 21

Sorry it took so long for this update, I had some intense burnout after the spring semester and had to regroup. I hope you like this part :)

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wolfvmin · 2 years

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사랑: time for love [masterlist]

pairing: ot7xreader (platonic), ??? x reader, bts x female oc, bts member x bts member genre: romance, fluff, humor, strangers to lovers, angst, mystery, platonic friendships type: social media au / smau warnings: to be specified in chapters summary: Wanting a new wave in your monotonous life, you sign up for an online dating game that puts you in a group chat of 12 with complete strangers. You have 30 days to find love, will you succeed? note: i was tired of studying and editing is kinda therapy for me so i did this. let me know if you're interested. this is inspired by the otome game "picka: 30 days to fall in love."

tentative starting date: october 2022

Day 00: The Announcement Day 01 Day 02 more coming soon

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honey-boyyoongi · 10 months

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Reader x Yoongi | Part 56//??

Word count ➪ 3.2k

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

Warnings ➪ any typos are mine; angst lol; some cursing; mentions of abortion; mentions of self neglect during pregnancy; description of an anxiety attack; its established that Minji is like mentally ill; slight sexual description; if you’re name is crossed out it’s because I couldn’t tag you;

A/n: Hey guys! Uh just a quick warning if y'all hated Minji before.... well yall are gonna hate her now. Feedback is appreciated, and if you would like to be added to the taglist please let me know. 💕

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Yoongi sat across Minji in silence. They had exchanged mild pleasantries when she had arrived at the cafe. It was a small, cozy establishment; in normal circumstances he would’ve been excited at the prospect of bringing Hani here. He didn’t know what to say, or how to feel, except for anger and resentment. He remembered telling Jin so, while he got ready.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m sure,” Yoongi nodded.

Jin nodded back in acknowledgement, “Okay then, remember Jimin will be in the back the entire time. Do you remember your safeword?”

Yoongi sighed heavily, “Pineapple..”

Seokjin grinned at his friend, “Good. Remember, be nice.”

Yoongi scowled, “I am being nice, she’s the one making demands after being gone for half a decade.”

Jin walked up to his old friend, fixing the non-existent flaws in Yoongi’s clothes, “You don’t have to do this, you know. She signed away her rights, you can keep her away from Hani.”

“I know..just..,” he sighed, “I need to know why she’s coming back now.”

“Will that help you move on,” Jin asked.

“I don’t know,” Yoongi answered.

They watched as Jungkook came into Yoongi’s bedroom, looking as disheveled as Yoongi felt “Okay, the kids are still at the park with ___, she said they’ll be getting food on the way home. Also, Jimin texted me, "the cafe is closed, be there in 15 minutes”, and to text him when you get there.”

Yoongi nodded, he lightly sniffled, feeling overwhelmed. He almost wished he was cowardly enough to stay. “I wish the first time going to Min’s place wasn’t.. this... I had hoped to bring Hani, to show her the pretty snacks and the pretty drinks..” Seokjin pulled Yoongi into a not so tight hug, he didn’t want to wrinkle his clothes, shushing him. “It’s okay, on another day we’ll take the kids, Gigi’s kids included, all of us will go out. It’ll be fun and you can make memories with Hani, okay?”

“Okay.”

Yoongi watched as Jimin placed their food in front of them; he’d gotten his trusty iced americano, while Minji opted for an iced chai. Jimin flashed Yoongi a quick smile, calming his wired nerves.

Minji cleared her throat to bring his attention back to her, “Is he a friend of yours?”

Yoongi nodded slightly, “He is.” Minji gave him a look, as if egging him on. “He’s Jin’s little cousin’s business partner. We helped them out when they first started the process of building their cafe. I asked Tae for a favor, and they said yes. I’ve known Min for as long as I’ve known Tae.”

Minji had no response, she continued to drink her iced chai in silence. She avoided making eye contact with him, and it bothered the ever living fuck out of Yoongi. He felt angry that Minji had the gall to demand his daughter over the phone, but refused to talk to him face to face. He had decided on the drive over that he would not be the one to bring up her absence. Yoongi wanted her to explain; why was she back? Her ongoing silence was making his patience wear thin, and it caused him to remember the last fight they’d had.

Minji had been avoiding Yoongi; it had been 2 weeks since he’d told Minji he loved her. She had freaked out, stuttering out to Yoongi that she had to go. Yoongi had given her the weekend to breathe, he understood if she couldn’t say it back, not everyone felt romantic feelings the same. On Monday he texted Minji a message asking how she was feeling, and that it was okay if she didn’t reciprocate. By Thursday he was worried as she didn’t answer Yoongi’s calsl. On Sunday he messaged Mina asking if Minji was still even breathing.

Mina apologized on her behalf. Minji had gone home to her parents, she said, as she had ‘obligations’. Minji wasn’t answering her calls, or texts as well. By day 12, Yoongi was worried, he’d sent a final text to Minji asking her to please take care of herself, and at the very least let Mina know she was okay. Hours later he got a very excited voice message from Mina updating him that Minji sent her an emoji.

Two weeks to the day, Minji showed up on his doorstep. She looked relatively unharmed, except for the dark undereye circles from the possible lack of sleep. She walked in, silent. Yoongi asked her where she was, why didn’t she answer his texts or calls, was she okay? Minji didn’t answer any of his questions. They stood in silence. After a few moments Yoongi was begging Minji to please speak with him. She remained quiet. Yoongi went to his room, throwing whatever item was closest to him. He cried out in frustration wondering why they had gone back to square one. Had he not tried enough? Was he not trustworthy? Was it always going to be this way?

Minji entered his room, still wearing a blank look on her face. She kneeled in between his legs, looking down at his hands. Minji took them into hers, pulling him into an embrace. She kissed Yoongi’s knuckles and worked her way up his forearm and chest. She kept kissing up to his collarbone and neck, up until she met his lips. He sobbed into the kiss, relieved that Minji was finally responding to him. The kisses become more hurried, bordering on aggressive. Yoongi felt desperate and it showed. Clothes were tugged, and readjusted, until they were gone entirely.

The next morning Yoongi asked Minji the same questions, but she continued to have no answers. He then asked why she ran away two weeks ago, she still refused to answer. Yoongi begged her to please say something, anything. Minji stared at him, “What do you want me to say?”

He scoffed with indignation, he couldn’t believe it. “You ghosted Mina, and I. We would’ve filed a missing person’s report if it wasn’t for you telling her you had a family emergency. We were scared, Minji, I was scared, and all you can say is, ‘what do you want me to say’?”

“I don’t know, what do you want me to say,” she repeated.

“Of course you don’t know,” he murmured exasperated.

They spent hours talking in circles. By the end they had both raised their voices at each other, fighting and failing at getting their points across. In those moments, Yoongi realized he would never get anywhere with Minji. He was tired of arguing, tired of having to hunt Minji down when she isolated herself, tired of the shallowness of it all. “You know what, I don’t want to do this anymore,” he blurted out.

Minji gaped at him wide eyed. “I’m done,” Yoongi said. “I’m tired of fighting for the bare minimum Minj.” Even their breakup was unchallenged.

Minji agreed to the breakup. She dressed herself in the clothes she arrived in, packing up any small toiletries she’d left behind at Yoongi’s during her sleepovers.

In the end, she was gone in less than 10 minutes.

Minji cleared her throat once again, taking another big sip of her iced chai. “What exactly do we need to talk about,” she asked. “I want to see her, is that not enough?” Yoongi heard a small, ‘oh hell’, from the kitchen. Jin must’ve given Jimin the rundown.

“Well for one, hey how are you? I’m fine, thank you for asking,” Yoongi responded sarcastically. “I haven’t heard from you in 4 years, you could start by telling me, why? Why now?”

Minji sighed, “I know that it’s sudden, but.. It’s just that lately I’ve been thinking about things. My dad passed away two months ago, and my mom is god knows where. ‘Just turned 30, I kept thinking about my life in the past decade. I have a lot of regrets, and I was doubting myself. Was it the right decision, you know, having her. Was I right to keep away from her? A few months ago, Jungkook came up on my instagram explore page. It was a picture of him at the amusement park with Seokjin. I got curious so I clicked on his page.” She readjusted herself, leaning into the right handle of the sofa chair. “He’d grown up so much, and after scrolling through pictures of Seokjin and his son, and his friends, I saw you. I saw you with our daughter. You both looked so happy, playing with your friends, living your life freely. I wanted that. I wondered if we could be happy like that.”

Yoongi laughed in astonishment, he ran his tongue along the side of cheek, trying to stop himself from saying anything he’d regret. “That doesn’t answer my question; why now Minji? Why are you demanding to be a parent, when you never wanted to be one? The whole reason we’re like this is because you chose not to be in her life.”

Minji rebutted, “I did want to be a parent.”

“When,” Yoongi cried out incredulously. “You were going to abort, but couldn’t because you were too far along. I had to force you to leave your bed, wash your hair. My mom fed you, clothed you, made sure you drank water because you were essentially comatose. I’m still surprised you only had mild anemia from the lack of care you had for yourself.” He took a quick sip of his coffee to pace himself. Minji was starting to get agitated, but he could care less at this point. “It took me weeks to convince you to allow me sole custody of my daughter. For fucks sake, you drafted up the paperwork to terminate your rights, you had already signed them when it was sent to my lawyer for me to sign. I did everything possible to make sure you didn’t struggle, Minj.”

The distinct sound of plastic syrup bottles clinking and a responding ‘Ah fuck,’ cut Yoongi’s rant short. He called out to Jimin asking if he was okay, Jimin quickly responded with a firm ‘I’m good’. Minji slightly scoffed towards him, “Are you blaming me for all of this? I tried to be responsible, okay. You wouldn’t have understood how I felt if I told you.”

Yoongi could feel his eyes twitch in frustration. “Then tell me, I might’ve not fully understood, but at least I would’ve been there to support you.” He cradled his face in his hands, breathing slowly to put himself back together. “What do you want Minji? You didn’t want to be a mom, I understood, I supported you, and now you’re coming back demanding my daughter, my baby. Have you thought about how this is going to affect her? She doesn’t know you. Do you expect her to just accept you?”

Minji’s face was indiscernible, she looked to the side, as if organizing her thoughts. She turned back towards Yoongi, “Seeing as I am her mother, as long as she knows that she’ll be fine. Plus if I need help, mom can help me.”

He couldn’t believe it, “She’s not a puppy Minj, she needs to get to know you. Even I, being her father, have my moments with her. And what do you mean mom will help you? Are you talking about my mom? Have you been in contact with her?”

Minji readjusted herself, she was starting to become visibly uncomfortable. “I have. It’ll be a learning curve, but she’s willing to aid me in what I need.”

Yoongi had to calm himself down, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. “Are you trying to take my daughter away from me Minji? Is that it?” It was suddenly difficult to breathe, Yoongi was trying to catch his already quickening breath. He couldn’t focus on himself, all he could think about was Hani. “Min, Jimin,” he blurted out. Jimin ran from behind the counter, sliding, quite literally, in front of Yoongi.

Jimin pulled him to the side, away from Minji’s view. He guided Yoongi through his breathing exercises. “Yoon, you don’t have to do this. We can leave,” he whispered. Yoongi knew he was cracking at the seams. He couldn’t believe it. He shook his head, “No, Min I have to talk to her. I can’t.. I can’t let her take my baby Min, she’s all I have.” Jimin reluctantly allowed Yoongi to continue.

Yoongi took in a big breath, barely collecting himself to avoid crying in anger. As he sat back in his spot he could see a flicker of the Minji he knew. She was tucked into herself and unsure. She looked at him with those big eyes that once used to hold stars, and now he couldn’t make out what they held. “Are you okay,” she whispered. Those three words were what broke the dam. Yoongi let out the tears that he’d been holding back ever since he woke up to Minji’s texts. He cried and cried, and wondered when he’d ever stop. He kept thinking why wasn’t he enough.

Jimin walked over, handing him a tissue box and a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He whispered a small, ‘You can do this Yoon.’ It might’ve not been much, but it was the boost Yoongi needed. He collected himself once again, making sure to wipe any remnant of his small breakdown.

“Minj, please for once, be straightforward with me. What do you want? What are you looking for? Whatever it is, my daughter isn’t your bandaid to fix it. She’s a living, breathing human being, with feelings. Just because she’s a toddler, doesn’t mean she’s not complex. She’s observant and blunt, and will out right refuse to acknowledge you if she feels off about someone, “ he says desperately. “If you’ve been in contact with my mom, why didn’t you contact me? If you wanted to be a part of her life, I wouldn’t have stopped you if you tried Minji. But nothing you’re doing now is showing me that you’ve changed. You’re still that scared young girl that I could never reach. For fuck sakes you still refuse to answer me and communicate, and you can’t be that way when kids are involved. So please, show me you’re responsible. Be direct with me.”

She looked at him with a pained look, sniffling repeatedly to keep herself calm. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” Minji responded quietly.

Yoongi groaned loudly, “God, Minji, please don’t do this. Talk to me. I’m trying to meet you halfway, make the same effort to meet me, please.”

Minji wouldn’t speak, she started hiccupping under her breath. The last thing Yoongi wanted was for her to start crying. “I’m sorry Yoongi, I don’t know what to say.”

Yoongi rose from his seat, extremely frustrated. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. It was too much for him. Nothing made sense. Could Minji and his mother be working together to take Haneul from him? Have they been in contact for a long time? Who reached out first? Worst of all, how could his mother do this? He wondered if his dad knew, and why he hadn’t reached out to inform him if he did? Why was this happening? He just wanted to live his life with his daughter, and his friends peacefully. How was Hani going to feel having a stranger pushed onto her? Would they try to take his daughter away from him? He didn’t want to be here anymore. He wanted to be home with his daughter.

He picked up his coffee, lifting his hand signaling Jimin that they were leaving. “We’re not getting anywhere, so I’m leaving. I’m not going to talk in circles.” He took in a deep breath in an attempt to ease the weight on his chest.

Minji slightly scrambles out of her seat. She looked at him like she wanted to speak out, her face crumbling, she looked guilty almost. She grabbed her purse and drink, following Jimin and Yoongi towards the exit. She doesn’t leave immediately, watching as Jimin double checks that all the entrances were locked. She approaches Yoongi slightly, they look at each neither sure if they should say their goodbyes. For a moment Minji seemed to have worked up the courage to speak, but she quickly squashed it and sped off to what he assumed was her rental. Yoongi watches as she speeds away, a little reckless at that. He keeps watching until the car is no longer visible, and the weight on his shoulders is partially lifted.

Yoongi cried the entire way home. He asked Jimin to check if Hani was asleep or at least with ___, he didn’t want to scare her with how disheveled he was. ___ offered to keep the kids in her apartment for him to cool down. While he appreciated it, all he wanted was to hold his daughter.

He thanked his friends for looking after Haneul while he dealt with his current trainwreck. Hani snuggled into his hair, trying to find comfort in his smell. ___ had given Hani her nighttime bath, so it was one less thing Yoongi had to do tonight. He got out of the clothes he saw Minji, cleaned himself up, and got ready for bed. He made Hani a warm cup of milk, and prepped the right side of his bed for her to sleep in. He sprayed down her favorite lavender sleep spray, and turned on the soft star night light she loved. He read her a story, and played with her hair until she fell asleep. Yoongi cradled his daughter in his arms, and he thought back to the early days of her being a newborn.

In the midst of his insomnia, Yoongi remembered how terrified he was to be parenting alone, and would overthink every decision. He remembered how little he slept, and how often the doula would urge him to sleep, even if it was a small power nap. But between all that, the time he remembers most fondly is one of Hani’s worst colicky nights. The formula had been causing his newborn baby to build up gas, while his pediatrician changed the formula to something for sensitive stomachs, she was still colicky. He’d tried everything possible, but it just wouldn’t work. Until, one afternoon while giving Hani a little stretch recommended by the doula, she’d let out the gas that had been making her upset. Her little sigh of relief was music to Yoongi’s ears, and he almost cried texting Eunha the news. It was one of the first nights Yoongi was able to sleep more than 3 hours with Hani. He remembered thinking that all those sleepless nights had been worth it to comfort his daughter, and how he would’ve done it again.

Currently he looked down at Haneul, and saw how much she was growing up. She was no longer his baby, but a toddler. She no longer needed to cling to him, but chose to do so. She had opinions and had no qualms of letting them be known. She was bright, bubbly, and so creative. His daughter was his heart, and he had no idea why they wanted to take her away.

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𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞. 60. infinite's time the charm

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“Three minutes ‘til midnight!” A man announced through a megaphone. Taehyung sets up his camera on a tripod as the group gathers around the centre of the camera. While Taehyung makes sure everyone is in the shot, Hyewon works quickly to light up everyone’s sparklers. Hyewon lights her sparkler last as she stands next to Adora. Everyone started cheering and bouncing in their spot; maybe in an attempt to warm themselves but also due to the excitement coursing through their veins. Jungkook and Hobi were arm and arm swaying left and right to the music playing in the distance. Jin and Jimin were taking selfies with their sparklers. Taehyung and Namjoon were next to you and Yoongi exchanging in small talk.

The countdown began. Three! This was the moment. Two! The opportunity for you to tell Yoongi how you felt. One! You look up at Yoongi and he looks back at you. “Happy New Year!” You whispered to each other sharing a small smile. You take in this moment. His features warm from the light coming from the sparkler. His eyes soft and calming staring back into your anxious ones. “I like you.” Time felt like it had stood still. Every second taking a minute to tick over. You watch his expression change in slow motion. His soft smile dropping switching to a pout to match his scrunched eyebrows.

“What?” Yoongi leans closer causing you to withdraw.

You force a smile. “Do you want to head back soon?”

“I thought you would never ask.” You force a laugh. How could you expect anything less from yourself? You never had the courage to own your feelings for Yoongi, why would anything change just because you wanted it to? You don't have confidence in yourself already but how could you when you don't know how Yoongi feels? You know it shouldn't matter. It doesn't change your feelings, but it terrifies you. You can't help it. Even if you were to tell him how you felt, what do you expect to happen? Even if Yoongi felt the same way, he would never kiss you for the first time in front of your friends. He doesn't like the attention or being teased and those two would be guaranteed. And if he didn't? You hadn't even thought of that. Why hadn't you thought of that? If he doesn't feel the same way, there's no way you can avoid him. You have to force someone to switch rooms which means everyone will know about what happened and everyone will become awkward too. You're an idiot. Why did you think this is the perfect moment to tell him? “Are you ready to go?”

“Hm?” You looked up at Yoongi from where you were sitting. After the countdown, you mindlessly drifted away from the group to sit on the ledge. You didn't hear Namjoon’s call for you. You didn't take notice at everyone’s attention. You don't know how long you have been sitting there.

“You seem tired.” Yoongi explained. “Let's go home.” You didn't have the energy to respond. You take Yoongi’s extended hand and leave the beach. What are you going to do? Should you wait until you get back to uni and then confessed? That way, you can avoid the world by locking yourself in your dorm while you grieve. That sounds like the logical option. But you were so psyched to finally tell Yoongi how you feel. Yoongi flinches at your sudden outburst. To let out your frustration, you started sprinting towards the house. Yoongi watches your figure disappear into the night. He just doesn't get what's going on in your head. He thinks to himself before running after you. “That. Was. Stupid.” Yoongi says in between pants. The two of you didn't stop running until you reached the door. Now, the two of you are too preoccupied with trying to breathe that you can't open the door. Ironically, you feel like your arms are going to fall off.

“It's cathartic.” You managed to get out as you shakily insert the key into the hole.

“It's unnecessary.”

“You didn't need to join me.” Yoongi hands you a glass of water before he takes a sip of his own glass.

“True.” He offers. "Want first go at the shower?”

“Please.” You grip your hands together pleading. Yoongi laughs and waves you off. Your smile fades once you leave the room. Tiredness washed over you as the hot water covered your skin. Your nerves were being massaged by the pressure of the shower. This was exactly what you needed to wind down. When you made your way to your room, you hear Yoongi still in the shower. You wanted to wait for him. At least end the night without any ambiguity. He clearly could tell something was on your mind. But the second your body laid down, the second your head met the pillow, slumber came over you. The contrast of the cold sheets and your warm skin from the shower lulling you to sleep. Your mind fighting to relax. Your eyes fighting to stay open. You drift in and out of sleep. You don't even know when your eyes shut. How long you've been asleep for or if you're dreaming. You hear the door open and close softly. You feel the bed dip under Yoongi weight. “Yoongi,” You feel his warmth oozing through the covers. “Yoongi,” You reach out at nothing. You feel like he's right next to you, but you see nothing in front of you. Exactly like how he is always in front of you in real life but never within your reach. "What do you think of me?”

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When the morning came, Yoongi was nowhere to be found. Did he even come to bed? You touch his side of the bed in thought. What time is it? You rolled over and checked your phone. It was ten-thirty in the morning. Yoongi has never been a morning person but what do you know? He is constantly proving you wrong. A knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. Hobi peeks his head through even without your verbal acknowledgement. When the two of you lock eyes, his smile widens, and he lets himself in. “Morning sleepyhead.” He plops himself on Yoongi’s side of the bed. “You turned in early so we expected you to be the first one up. Must have had a late night.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes and push the elbow he was using to prop himself up.

“Nothing happened – not that it is any of your business.” You informed Hobi and roll over to turn your back towards him.

“Why are you so tired then?”

“I had a restless sleep. You know one, where you feel like you’re not asleep? In out of consciousness.” Hobi rubs your back in comfort. “Where’s Yoongi?”

“I don’t know. He was gone by the time I got up.” You look over your shoulder when you feel Hobi get up. “Joon and I are going out if you want to join us? It’s been a while since it’s been us three.” You tell him you’re in and he leaves you to wake up. You rub your eyes tiredly. Your sleep was horrendous. You kept tossing and turning. Your mind slipping in and out of reality and dreaming. Maybe that’s why Yoongi wasn’t in bed. How could he sleep next to you when you’re like that? You make a mental note to apologise to him when you see him.

━━━☆

You didn’t see Yoongi until you were getting ready for bed. It didn’t bother you much since you enjoyed your time with your childhood friends. Hobi was right, it had been a while since you had spent time together just the three of you. They filled you in on what happened after you and Yoongi left. Hyewon left shortly after you with a girl she had met. The rest of the group had a late-night feed where they spent at least two hours at playing drinking games. Hobi and Joon were the designated supervisors – Hobi because he’s no fun when he gets drunk and Joon because he’s not much a heavy drinker anyway. After getting kicked out from the restaurant, Adora dared Jungkook and 2Do to skinny dip in the ocean. Their drunk selves didn’t hesitate to start stripping and running at full pelt to the ocean. Namjoon and Hobi managed to contain 2Do while they were still stripping but Jungkook ignored the stripping part and started running towards the ocean. Jimin and Taehyung had to act quick to chase after him. Jungkook, had the attention span of a goldfish and forgot about running into the ocean and was determined to not get caught by either of them. Unsurprisingly, Jin outwitted Jungkook and caught him while he was distracted by Taehyung and Jimin. You felt bad for missing out on the fun, but you knew weren’t in the right mind to even enjoy any of it at the time.

“Hey,” You greet Yoongi sheepishly from the bed as he entered the room. He flinches at your voice. Normally, you would overanalyse the reaction but to be fair on him, you were laying on your back with the blanket over your head in the darkness. The only reason why you knew Yoongi was in the room is due to the light turning on. From a single glance, anyone would believe no one was in the room. You lower the blanket just enough to see him.

He laughs once he sees you. His laughter relaxes you and you smile back at him. “Hey,”

“What have you been up to?”

Yoongi turns on the lamp by his bedside and switches off the main light. “I got inspired last night. I was at the studio.” He explains as he lays down on his side.

“I’m surprised you’re able to find one at such short notice.”

“Yeah, that’s why I got up early. Had to go around a couple of times.” You take note of his tired expression. He must have had a big day. The second his head laid on the pillow, his eyes were fluttering shut. “How was your day?” You watch him snap his eyes open after a couple of seconds of being shut.

“Good night, Yoongi.” You watch his lips try and form a response, but it never came out. He was trying to stay awake. You smile at the sentiment.

━━━☆

It was the second time you woke up to an empty bed. It was the second time you only saw Yoongi before you went to sleep. “Hey,” You greeted him like déjà vu.

“Hey,”

“How was it?”

“Good,”

You watched him settle into bed. His eyes never met yours. He didn’t laugh when he saw your head popped out from the blanket. “How’s the studio? Is it nice?”

“Yeah, it is.” He lays on his side this time. You open your mouth ready to ask him another question when he reaches for the lamp by his bedside. “Good night, y/n.”

“Good night, Yoongi.” You whisper as the room fills in darkness.

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“Hey, dumb and dumber.” Taehyung refers to you and Jungkook. Despite yourselves, you look up at the nickname. “What are you doing?” He asks exasperated with his hands on his hips.

“We’re trying to see who can dig the deepest hole the fastest.” Jungkook explains with a blank look in his eyes.

“And you're distracting us.” You snarked before returning to your hole.

“I leave you guys for one minute.” Taehyung shakes his head but leaves you to it. He takes photos of the scenery until he hears Jungkook shout in victory. He watches the two of you argue for a bit before you concede defeat – something you don't do often. “Are you guys hungry yet?”

“I am starving!” You answer rubbing your stomach.

“Weren’t you supposed to find us a nice restaurant to try out?” Jungkook remembers why you were left alone in the first place.

“Yes, and I did but you two were too preoccupied with your game.” Taehyung rolls his eyes and leads the way to the restaurant.

You enter the restaurant and sigh in relief at the heating. The three of you situate yourself at a corner to avoid disturbing any other patrons. After you place your order, Jungkook jumps right to it. “So, what's going on with you and Yoongi?”

You give Taehyung a pointed look and he raises his arms up in defence. “I didn't tell him anything.”

“He doesn't need to. Anyone with eyes can tell something is up between you two.”

You sigh and shrug your shoulders. “Your guess is as good as mine. I don't have an opportunity to confront him – if I were to. He leaves before I wake up and by the time he gets home, he's tired and I don't want to stop him from getting sleep.”

“You're too nice, y/n. If I were you, I would tell him he's not getting a wink of sleep until we sort this out.” Jungkook crosses his arms defiantly. He quickly uncrosses it and bows to the server when she comes over with the side dishes.

“I'm not his girlfriend, Kook.” You pointed out once she was gone. You had no right to demand anything from him.

“And with your lack of communication, you may never be.”

“Damn,”

“Kook, that's enough.” Taehyung interjects once he sees your dejected expression.

“What?” Jungkook asks with chopsticks between his lips as he brings the kimchi closer to him. “I'm just saying.”

“Maybe you should stop saying.” Taehyung gives him a warning look that seemed to come across to Jungkook.

Jungkook looks at your expression and he pulls out the chopsticks from his mouth. He reaches for your hand catching your attention. “Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.”

You squeezed his hand and offer a smile. “You didn't say anything that wasn't true. I just don't know what I can do about it.”

“The opportunity will come.” Taehyung comforts you as the food arrives. “In the meantime, we’ll keep you busy.”

━━━☆

You can wait for the opportunity to come, or you can make the opportunity happen; at least that's the epiphany you came up with after your conversation with Jungkook and Taehyung. The plan was that you were going to catch Yoongi in the morning. You didn't want to set an alarm in case it would bother the others sleeping in the rooms next to yours, so you were going to stay awake. The boys supported your decision and spent as much time as they can with you before they were dead tired. For the first time, Yoongi came to bed, and you weren't there. He knows you're safe because you're with Jungkook and Taehyung, so he wasn't worried.

By the time, the three of you came home it was four in the morning. You quietly tiptoed around the house – each taking turns for showers at the farthest bathroom away from the rooms. You decided to have a shower last in an attempt to stay up longer. “Thank you so much for keeping me company.” You thanked both of them before they went to bed. They wished you luck and left to go to sleep. This was going to be hard, you thought as your eyes shut from the warm shower. Your tiredness hitting you like a truck now the distractions had gone away. But you managed to speed through another hour by the time all three of you finished your shower. It wouldn't take long now for Yoongi to wake up and you can sort this out. Excited to finally solve everything, you had a second wind. You make your way to your room with determination. You slowly turn the knob and step inside the room closing the door as quietly as possibly. Once the door was shut, you turn towards the bed, expecting to see Yoongi’s peaceful figure but were met with nothing. Your shoulders slump in defeat. Had he left while you were in the shower? Did he even come home? You collapse in the bed allowing the tiredness to overcome you. Another failed attempt.

━━━☆

When you had gotten up, it was three in the afternoon. You dragged your feet as you made your way to the kitchen. “Morning,” You grumble to Adora and Hyewon who were in the living room. The two share a concerning look between each other at the dark aura emitting from you. You make yourself a cup of coffee and sit on the love seat farthest away from them. They had been watching new music video releases before you came in. Now, they're studying you – not that you noticed or cared. Too occupied with your phone, you were searching for any digital footprint of Yoongi. You immediately straighten and set your coffee down. The girls flinch at your sudden movement. They watch as you zoom in on a photo. Your eyes scanning every single inch of your screen before you start typing furiously. You felt a bit better after venting your unfiltered thoughts. God, you were nearly obsessive at this point.

“You know what's long overdue?” Adora asks towards you gaining your attention. “A girls’ night.”

“Yes! We haven't hung out just us girls this entire trip which is downright criminal.” Hyewon agrees. “You're free and up to it today right, y/n?”

How could you say no when the two of them look at you with such pleading eyes? You had a sense of déjà vu as you got ready with the girls. Once again, they were playing music and doing their makeup while you are sat in the back disassociating. You should have said no. You were no fun, and you would only slow the two down. Your mind was preoccupied with Yoongi – as always. He seemed happy with Jin and Jimin. Maybe you did do something to put him offside with you. You were on autopilot mode; following Adora and Hyewon lead, barely partaking in the conversation except for the occasional ‘yeah’, or ‘really?’. You stare at your Twitter feed waiting for another update from Jin or Jimin. “Sorry, guys.” You apologise once you see their message. “I shouldn't have come tonight – I'm just spoiling your fun.” You sigh and put your phone down for the first time today.

“Don't apologise, y/n.” Hyewon reaches out to hold your hand. She squeezes your hand, and you share a smile.

“Yeah, just talk to us. You never know it might help.” Adora offers. You exhale to prepare yourself from venting your thoughts with the girls. They're right. Maybe a different perspective will help. “I'm going to kill him.” Adora remarks picking up her phone after you share what's been going on.

“Adora wait!” You put your hand over her phone. “What are you doing?”

“Well, you can't confront him in person to get answers, right?” You nodded. “Good thing we are living in such a time that we don't need to rely on face-to-face interaction. This is the age of technology, my friend.” She sits back far from your reach and begins to type furiously.

You pick your phone up and see Jin is active in the group chat. Your heart drops at the quick back and forth between Jin and the girls. Thankfully, they didn't give Jin any information to relay to Yoongi. But you were nervous about the blindside Yoongi will be getting. “Yoongi keeps his cards close to his chest. Everyone knows that.” Hyewon reminds you of the most well-known fact about Yoongi. That fact does not ease your concerns. Yes, Yoongi is straightforward and won't shy away from confrontation but that doesn't necessarily mean he will give you the answers you need so easily. “But, if anyone has the ability to have him show his cards, it's you.” You can't help the smile that creeped on your face. The vote of confidence by Hyewon was just what you needed.

“You should be more confident in your power, y/n.” Adora added making you laugh for the first time since New Years. “Yoongi has a soft spot for you – he had it when you were together and even now.”

“You know what?” You asked with a brighter tone in your voice. “You're right!” The girls smile finally seeing you lighten up. “Things didn't work out for me once, or twice, or even three times but that doesn't matter. It's not over until I stop trying. It's not over until I know how Yoongi truly feels.”

“That's the spirit!” Hyewon raises her glass, and you follow in suit. “To, y/n!”

“To my friends! I really would be nothing without you guys.”

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Your words last night rang true. Where would you be without your friends? You thought seeing Yoongi’s message. A flood of emotions ran through you. Embarrassment by how easy it was to get Yoongi to talk to you. Anxiety at the anticipation of finally getting your answer. And of course, excitement to be with him after a couple of days of distance. You left the Airbnb with a smile playing on your lips. Your relaxed pace turns into a skip in your step that soon turns into a light jog. Before you know it, you were running at full pace. Only slowing down to check your maps to make sure you're on the right track. The building was harder to find given the entrance was in the alley. When you get in, there was no receptionist to greet you. The studio wasn't like the studio by the uni. It was narrow and rundown. The staircase lit up by one flickering light. You ascended the stairs two steps at a time to reach Yoongi quicker. When you make it to his floor, you pulled the stairwell door open. You push your body forward and lean against the wall next to the door as it slowly shuts. Hand over your heart and your eyes shut, you control your breaths to steady yourself. You let out one more exhale before pushing yourself off the wall to go into the room. You jumped seeing Yoongi squatting by the door. “What are you doing out here?!” You shrieked with your hand dramatically over your heart again.

“What are you doing panting?” Yoongi counters with an amused smirk. You bite the inside of your cheek in embarrassment. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” He teases further standing up as you make your way to the door.

“Shut up, let's go inside.” You reach for the knob, but Yoongi’s hand gets to your arm before you could. “What are you doing?”

“Let’s go.” He slips his hand in yours as he leads you outside the building. A smile finds its way on your face as your mind fills with the feeling of Yoongi’s hand in yours. The winter breeze welcomed on your warmed cheeks. You watch Yoongi’s side profile as he is a step ahead of you. His jaw set and brows scrunched from the biting cold; you speculate. He leads you back to the plaza and confidently makes his way to one of the stalls. You both order your preference for ramen and as the worker makes it, Yoongi shops for drinks and other finger foods. The worker packs your foods and drinks in two bags for Yoongi. Your disappointment was only for a moment as Yoongi hands you one of the bags to carry on your outside hand and he takes the hand closest to him to hold. He takes you to another stall a few metres away renting items such as blankets, mats, tables, umbrellas, chairs, lights, and more for a picnic on the beach. He rents a mat, two blankets, and a table. The setup piqued your curiosity for the first time. He doesn't give you time to question as he hands you the other bag so he could carry the set. You walk down the beach and find a spot further away from other people. He unravels the picnic mat and you set the bags down to keep the mat down long enough for Yoongi to place the sandbags on each corner of the mat. You prop the table in the middle of the mat and sit on one side. Yoongi sits across from you crossed-legged as you unpack the warm food for the both of you.

You shut your eyes in pleasure as the steam hits your face. Comfortable silence fills the air with the sounds of crashing waves accompanying it while you dig in before the food gets cold. As you chew your food, you sit up to look ahead. The weather was great considering it was winter. The beach was normally gloomy and freezing but today, the sun was shining, and the breeze was light and refreshing. This was exactly what you needed. Your attention shifts to Yoongi. He was already looking at you. Why does it feel like he always knows what’s on your mind? How does he always know to show up at the right time? Why do you feel he is looking straight through you while you’re in a maze when it comes to him? Right when you think you know where you’re going, you meet a dead end. “What have you been working on?” You dare to ask as you take another bite of your food.

“A special project. I’ve been working on it for a while.” You nod to spur him on to share further. “Do you remember that song you asked me about?”

“My Muse?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I finished it.” You straighten and your face brightens in excitement. Yoongi laughs at your enthusiasm. “Before, you listen to it.” You tilt your head at his serious tone. “It’s not just one song. It’s a collection of songs and if you continue to be in my life, it will only keep growing.”

Your heart started racing; too many thoughts started flooding your brain. “What – what do you mean?”

“You’re my muse, y/n; since the first day I met you.” Yoongi hands you his headphones and places his phone in front of you. An album cover of you in Yoongi’s studio catches your eyes first. “I hope this answers your question; of what I think of you.” You slip on the headphones and look up at Yoongi. It was the first time; you’ve seen Yoongi nervous. Even when he had to perform in front of strangers spontaneously, he didn’t bat an eye. You press play and a surprisingly upbeat melody begins.

From the moment I met you, my life was all you. You're the star that turns ordinaries into extraordinaries.

A ray of light cutting through my shadow. I used to mean so little, my life before you.

My eyes follow your eyes, nose, lips. Did you notice my dark thoughts?

From afar, I steal glances; if we touch hands, will I lose you? Your light touches, I forget the reality at once.

You just give me the confidence within myself. It's not important if it's a dream of a reality, only the fact that you're by my side.

Yoongi watched with bated breath; trying to find any sign you feel the same. You were only a minute into the song when you take the headphones off surprising Yoongi. He takes that as repulsion, apologies ready to stumble out of his mouth. You stand and make your way next to him. You fall to your knees in front of him ignoring the stinging pain. “I'm sorry. I thought –” You interrupt Yoongi by cupping his cheeks. His eyes frantically search yours. The longer you stare into his eyes, the more emotional you became. His words replaying in your head. Your eyes water threatening to fall any second; overwhelmed by the rush of emotions going through you. Your eyes flutter shut spilling the tears onto your cheeks as you lean in to meet his lips. It only takes Yoongi a second to reciprocate leaning forward wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you close. He kisses you slowly and gently taking every second to imprint you in his memory. From the way you puckered your lips, to the way your fingers traced his skin; from the sounds you made and the way you tasted; how your hair fell over his tickling his forehead and the feeling of your goosebumps as he exposes your skin to hold more of you; he wanted to remember everything.

You only part to take a breath. Resting your forehead on his with a sheepish smile. “I've liked you for the longest time.”

Yoongi chuckles taking your hand resting on his chest. “Don't tell me that, I'll hate myself for not being brave enough to tell you sooner.” He kisses your knuckles. Your stomach flutters at the affection. “Do you want to listen to the rest of the songs?”

“Do you even have to ask?” You turn around and situate yourself in between Yoongi’s legs. He chuckles and brings a blanket around both of you as you slip the headphones back on. You look up at him as his raspy voice fills your head. The lyrics he raps fills your head, dissecting every meaning behind them. “God, you're amazing.” You complimented him here and there when a particular lyric gets to you or beat impresses you. You can only feel Yoongi chuckle in response; amused because you were shouting compliments at him after moments of silence.

The two of you spent hours in each other’s arms opening up about your thoughts and feelings; recounting every moment; answering each other’s questions; sharing the secrets you held close to your chest. Once again, Yoongi had taken you by surprise. From being the one to confess their feelings first, to the way he told you. You still don’t know everything about him but now, you have the confidence that you will. “I know I’m not good at expressing my emotions – I’ve always hated showing that side of me. I didn’t think it would ever matter. I never cared about what people thought about me or what they think I meant. But then I met you.” You smile as he kisses your temple. “And everything changed. I wanted to be vulnerable; I wanted to try; I wanted to be someone I wasn’t – someone deserving of you.” You open your mouth to interrupt but he hugs you tighter. A silent plea to let him continue. “But I failed time and time again trying to tell you how I felt. Saying the wrong things, misunderstanding the situation, distancing myself from you. I was too scared of rejection; of losing you. I convinced myself multiple excuses that I was reading you wrong; that I was just not used to having someone like you around; a breath of fresh air, the ray of sunshine breaking through in an overcast day. I didn't know how to tell you and writing lyrics was the only outlet I had to express my feelings. So, I wrote one song to tell you; then another; and another; then before I knew it, nearly all the songs I wrote were about you. Yet I couldn't even show you, what an idiot.” He laughs at himself.

“I'm the idiot who failed multiple times to get you to understand my feelings. How hard is –” Your phone interrupts you. You glance at the screen on the table and sit up upon seeing Jungkook’s message. “What does Kook mean by ‘put it back up’?” You asked looking back at Yoongi with curiosity.

He looks away sheepishly. “Well, I posted the album before.” You turn around to face him in shock. “But I was a coward and idiot and took it down. I’ve added some new songs on there since but you’re not the only one that failed multiple times.”

“I guess, we can be idiots together.” You giggle taking his hands in yours. “Is there any reason why all the titles start with the letter b?” You ask noticing the coincidence,

“It was plan B of telling you how I felt.” He cringes within himself.

“What was plan A?”

“Gobaek song.” Your smile fades at his admission. If you felt like an idiot before, you definitely felt like one now. Yoongi notices the shift in your mood, and he pulls you close. “Hey, don’t worry about that. There’s no point regretting everything that didn’t happen. I wished I told you sooner but if having you now means it needed to go the way it did; I would do it again in a heartbeat.” You melted in his arms kissing his chin on the way. “What about you?” You hum asking for further clarification. “When did you know you liked me?”

It was your turn to become shy. “I didn’t realise it right away because I never experienced this before.” You fiddle with the drawstrings on your sweats. Yoongi relates with a ‘me too’. “But I knew from the start you were different. I felt an ease and comfortability I have never felt before. Before you, I was so rigid and professional with my work – unwavering and unstoppable even in the face of a crisis. And then I met you and everything fell apart only to fall in the exact place they needed to be. I broke all my rules for you.”

Yoongi laughs. “You had rules?”

“Of course,”

“Like what?”

“Never let anyone know what I really looked like.” Yoongi purses his lips into an O-shape. “Never share personal information about myself.”

“Okay, but you had to at that point.” You sit up and staring into Yoongi’s eyes.

“Never let a client take you home.”

“It was late, I would never let you go home by yourself, and we were going the same way.” He defends making you smile.

You stare into his eyes for the longest time taking in his features. Wondering whether you should divulge this information or not. You were leaning towards Yoongi with your arms supporting you. His legs caging you between him. “Don’t fall in love with a client.” You whisper.

A smirk slowly forms, and you regret telling him because you knew what was about to come. “Are you saying I’m still just a client to you?” He teases.

You punch his arm playfully rolling your eyes. “You’re annoying when you tease me you know?”

“I will never miss an opportunity to tease you, baby. You should know that by now.” You shy away at the nickname, but Yoongi wraps his arms around you. He lifts your chin to look at him. “I love you too.” He promises sealing it with a kiss.

[a/n] it's finally finished! this is bittersweet for me. i am happy that i finally completed this series - this is the first series i have ever completed in all my years of writing. but the perfectionist in me is screaming in unsatisfaction because of how long it took

there is going to be an epilogue to address the unresolved plot points such as jack and yoongi's grandfather and in general, how everyone finished off their chapters in uni but it is not that important to the story and it's going to be short so this is officially the end of acquiesce. thank you to everyone that has stuck by me and this series. i hope you are satisfied with the ending and enjoyed this series. i really appreciate you all <3

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jungkookschin · 2 years

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academic validation smau: chapter 34: accessorizing with a zebra print bag

academic validation: thirty four: accessorizing w/ a zebra print bag

word count: 1.4k

warnings: fluff? cringey a little pairing: nerd!jk/tutor!jk x itgirl!reader

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You've got all these weird- yet lovely feelings for Jungkook that churn in your stomach. It was only a couple days ago when you explicitly acknowledged that those feelings did exist- and you were determined to do something about it. Despite only being friends for a few months, you were aware of Jungkook's sometimes mundane and docile nature, so you also knew that you had to be the one to make a move.

Obviously, you and Jungkook had some strong chemistry between the two of you. The reason you like him is because you feel comfortable with him. You feel like you can be yourself around him without any judgement or apprehension. So, you aren't necessarily worried to make a move on him, but excited (?) in a way.

The dynamic between you and Jungkook is drastically different from your previous relationship. You and Jungkook started off as friends, both constructing a blossoming relationship with each other, while Taehyung- you had always been slightly intimidated by Taehyung. He'd always been the cool, popular, and hot guy and you later realized that you had developed some weird inferiority complex because of that. You lost respect for yourself in attempts to please him, and that was something you wouldn't do again.

You meet Jungkook in the front of a Boba place, and he's practically glowing when he walks up to you with a white hoodie and jeans on.

"Jungkook!" you exclaim, running towards him.

"Oh hey, Y/N," and he's got a hand on his nape, shyly looking down at you with a slight crimson hue gracing his cheeks. "I saw your outfit check on Twitter- I think it's cute," he mumbles.

Oh gosh. Why's he being shy all of a sudden? Him being shy is making you shy. The two of you were practically all over each other this past week. Your progress? It's quite literally going backwards.

"Thanks," you reply tenderly. You put your behind your back, and you're shifting your weight between your legs. "I promised I'll treat you. I'll get you a drink?"

So, there the two of you go, waddling into the Boba place.

"Sorry if I'm being a little low energy," Jungkook says, the two of you almost at the front of the line. "I didn't sleep much last night- I was thinking about the integration bee, and I know you told me that I should stop worrying about it, but I can't help it-"

"Can we get one taro boba and one iced coffee boba with four espresso shots please?" you rudely cut him off, talking to the cashier while you're giving him a fierce (well, trying to be fierce) side eye.

At this, Jungkook can't help but crack up because you're being oh so extra like you usually are. "Four espresso shots?" he asks as the two of you are walking to sit down.

"Yes, four espresso shots. This is your punishment," you say firmly, tapping your finger on his forehead.

"What did I do?" he asks, playing along with your little gimmick.

"You keep feeling bad about yourself when there's nothing to feel bad about. I told you I hate it when you self depricate, so you better stop or I'll actually kill you," you say. You hold up the boba straw as if it's a knife and like you're about to stab him. Instead, you stab it into your drink and take a sip from it instead.

Jungkook just laughs in response. "Stop trying to threaten me when you've got taro residue all over your lips," and he's reaching over to wipe your bottom lip with his thumb.

You just shrug in response, and Jungkook is left with nothing to do but admire how beautiful you look.

"So why did your mom want you to go on a date so bad?" you ask, mixing your drink with the boba straw.

Jungkook takes a sip from his own drink and shrugs. "She's dramatic. I haven't- you know had a girlfriend or anything like that and she's worried I'm going to die alone."

You snort. "That's harsh. You're definitely not the only one though. I would have been like that too- if it weren't for my ex. He was my first kiss, first boyfriend. You and I were almost in the same boat." You say it while you're looking down at the table, but your eyes scan up eventually to see his reaction.

"Honestly Y/N, fuck that guy. With all my heart, fuck that guy," is all he says. And for him, that was a pretty bold statement, so you're surprised but not really. You've been getting to know his true personality these past few months.

"Hey wanna take a picture with that mirror over there?" he's pointing to a circular mirror at the top corner of the boba place, and you're enthusiastically nodding along. God knows how much you love taking pictures.

So there the two of you are. You wrap your arms around his neck and he's pulling out his phone to take a mirror pic. Once done, he shows it to you and you're smiling at how cute the two of you look. "Airdrop it to me! Can I post it?"

He's giving you his classic bunny smile and nodding. "Of course."

The two of you are walking around the city, talking about his Twitch. He tells you that his viewership has increased by 50% and is thanking you for it. Really, you didn't do much, and you insist that it's because he's good at gaming and has a sweetheart personality that makes everybody melt.

Then, you guys end up talking about Demon Slayer. "Jungkook, when I watched Mugen Train I literally fucking cried myself to sleep for the rest of the night."

He's laughing, turning you to squeeze your checks with his hand, forcing your lips into a pout. "That is so Y/N," he states. "You should have called me, we should've watched it together," he insists, wiping the fake tears that you're pretending to cry.

"Can we watch the next season together? Please? I saw the trailer for the next series but it was literally-"

"Still images?" he interjects, causing you to both crack up. "I pressed on the trailer on YouTube thinking it was going to actually be a real trailer, but it was literally just a PowerPoint with still images."

"That's exactly what I was thinking! I was excited for nothing," you laugh, nudging him with your shoulder.

"When it drops, want to watch it together? We can meet at the Internet cafe or you can come over?" he's raising a brow at you and you're smiling and nodding in agreement.

Hm. So he's inviting you over to his place.

"Pinky promise that we'll watch it together? Even if it's exam season or something?" You're holding out your pinky and he completes the agreement.

"Promise."

And all of a sudden it looks like a light bulb goes off in his head, and he's dragging you to up the sidewalk. "I really want to show you this cute new manga store. We can read the series before we watch it?"

And there the two of you are. You're snuggled up to him in the corner of the manga shop on a single beanie chair. Your head is resting against his chest and his palms are holding open the comic book that the two of you are extremely engaged in.

You take a moment to look away from the manga to Jungkook. You think that he's one of the cutest boys you've ever seen in your life. His eyebrows are furrowed because he's oh so focused on reading Demon Slayer. His lips are pursed, and you genuinely wonder if he's gotten a nose job from how perfect his nose bridge is.

Gently, you hands come down to close the book which warrants Jungkook to look up and face you. He's giving you a confused look, and all you're focusing is on his lips. His cute lips that are covered with saliva from how much he's nervously been licking them.

"Y/N?-"

You gently press your lips against his. It's nothing too intense- nothing too crazy. There's no tongue, and it only lasts a moment. He's completely still, completely rigid, and he-he just doesn't do anything after you kiss him.

You look up at him and he looks stunned. He's frozen. Suddenly his phone goes off, and he's pulling it out of his hoodie pocket to view the notification.

"Oh um, my mom is calling me to come home," and just like that he's scurrying off the chair, and away. Away from you, away from what just happened.

Instantly, regret and humiliation washes over you, and you wish you never did that.

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simp4eshal · 2 years

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She’s a maneater: who’s taehyung ?

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btsqualityy · 2 years

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Mama Jeon’s social media

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singguks · 9 months

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city of hearts, ep. 1 ❤️‍🩹 taehyung

synopsis. having experienced a fateful romance by the beach, taehyung sets out on a quest through seoul's bustling streets to locate the woman who has stolen his heart.

pairing. taehyung x oc

genre. social media auㆍgamedesigner!tae ( angst. fluff. smut. )

word count. 5623

warnings. adulthood romance things cof cof implicit

a/n. i couldn't possibly start another au, but she said the word and so i did. happy birthday to my bestie, whom i'd love to see more often even though we talk every day ☆ thank you for being my person through and through ! this is my love letter to you, miss bubbles ♡

episodes. 01 ▸ 02 ▸ 03

▸ E1: True or False?

One day we got curious as to how men and women date in this city. To satisfy our curiosity, we discussed the beginning of a new project, that required us to follow the lives of several men and women in Seoul.

For it to be real, we won’t intervene in their lives. Only when we think it’s necessary, we will share their answers with others, or maybe edit them to make this entertaining—all the while keeping their original words.

It’s worth telling that fifty individuals around Seoul were chosen for this project. Still, they will all be participating with nicknames to protect their privacy—as we usually do when it comes to the internet. They all had to promise to treat their phones as their friends, as well as the app we developed where we will be posting questions, and telling only the truth.

But some answers and behaviors made us wonder if they indeed were telling us like it really is.

[ note that some of their answers will be through text, others, like this one, will be taken as voice notes. all voices undergo a modification due to privacy issues. ]

ılı.lıl taehyung: I’m the cool type… and uhm, gentle. Definitely not clingy. I’m cool.

ılı.lıl deo: I keep true to myself when I date… and when I break up too.

ılı.lıl kie: I’d say I fall in and out of love pretty fast. What can I say? I’m passionate. *chuckles* And if I have to break up, I just do it. I won’t dwell much.

ılı.lıl yoongi: What’s even the point of getting laid? *tsk* It’s a hassle…

ılı.lıl jin: I’m not one to play games. I don’t like that. I think overall I’m a pretty good guy.

ılı.lıl harin: Before my current boyfriend, well, I think I dated around uhm… Four men? No, three…? Wait. Let me retake this just once! *laughs*

So, whether the participants are telling the truth… well, we will let you be the judge of that.

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boreo 🤔

bluengrey For me, it’s women I can have fun with.

boreo men that I can talk to?

⤷ callmerinie huh? talking isn’t everything

tangerimin A physical connection, people.

supertuna Are you asking what I think you’re asking?

notmekeys why are you all acting so innocent? kkk

boreo oh-

tangerimin Why can’t you all say it? It’s just whatever. Just say it. You know, like bang!

⤷ boreo i got it now.

callmerinie 🤭

callmerinie and cut~!

boreo so if it’s about intimacy..

⤷ notmekeys i think i know just by the smell. you know, it’s all about pheromones

supertuna Doesn’t it depend on the man? At least I think so.

⤷ callmerinie wow! really? you’re giving yourself too much credit. 😒

bluengrey Uhm.. Usually I take the lead if it’s about that.

⤷ boreo uh-huh. do you really?

⤷ bluengrey Ok. Fine. There was this one time that I followed the girl’s lead.

⤷ bluengrey One time, okay?

⤷ boreo doubt it

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bluengrey Dating? I don’t think so

⤷ supertuna No. I think it is.

boreo dating really changed my point of view about that

tangerimin If you guys are putting it that way, I’ve dated many women. I loved it every time.

⤷ callmerinie aww… and what the girls had to say about this?

⤷ notmekeys about men? well, you know. they are all the same: trash.

⤷ boreo not all… i mean. there’s someone i know that wasn’t

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boreo yes. there is someone i can’t forget.

bluengrey I do.

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[ note that this request was sent privately to users bluengrey and boreo and we edited the sequence of their answers according to our own motives and the following questioning. ]

ılı.lıl deo: It happened one year ago…

ılı.lıl taehyung: She was the only one I could see. Like I was just gravitating in her orbit… Like we were in a world of our own. I felt complete.

ılı.lıl deo: I felt this spark every time I would catch him staring at me and then I simply couldn’t look away.

ılı.lıl taehyung: Back then I thought “Wah, this is what love feels like” *chuckles sadly*

ılı.lıl deo: I’ll always remember him.

ılı.lıl taehyung: If that is really the case… I don’t think someone ends a relationship if they feel that way.

ılı.lıl deo: It was my fault.

ılı.lıl taehyung: You know, it was my fault…

ılı.lıl taehyung: No… It’s true, she messed it up.

ılı.lıl deo: I won’t make excuses.

ılı.lıl taehyung: I mean… Of all the people… Why me? Why did it have to be me?

ılı.lıl deo: Simply put, we met at a time when I needed someone like him. Thanks to him, I became who I am now...

ılı.lıl taehyung: I wish I had never met her. *sighs* I was such a fool now that I think back.

ılı.lıl deo: *smiles* Being around him.. his love was kind of magical...

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august 10th, 2022

Summer is at its peak and Taehyung has just arrived at Jeju airport. It has been a while since he last had some time to himself due to work, so to say he couldn’t wait for this much-deserving vacation is an understatement.

He organized everything at the company before he took off for this get-away, from the ongoing projects ideas he had recently pitched in, to the files the design team would need the next fifteen days he was away. And if you know Taehyung, you also know being organized was never his forte.

The game designer waits absentmindedly with his luggage by his foot, as he takes his beloved camera out of its case to finally point at the structure behind him. This airport isn’t the biggest one he had ever set foot on, he observes, but it is cozy enough and bustling with people everywhere to the point his fingers itch for the metal click of the equipment for a piece of nostalgia he held dear to his heart.

Just around the corner, Deo hit the brakes of the jeep as she waits for a group of tourists to cross to the other sidewalk while talking to her boss on the phone.

“It would’ve been much easier if you had just asked him for a selfie or something, Yumi–”

She hears her boss laugh through the speakers as she looks out of the window. The place is packed to the point she can barely see the pick-up line where the Ubers and Taxis usually park, and a wave of worriedness falls upon her. “Let’s go through with his description once again.”

“Ok, remember… He’s tall, and the last time he came he had blonde hair but that might not be the case anymore… Mmm, he has a nice shoulder line– Just trust me, his face will be hard to miss. He’s really handsome!”

The confession has Deo opening a smile. She met Yumi just a couple of weeks back when she arrived in Jeju herself, but the connection was instant.

For the first three days, she stayed at Yumi’s shack—the colorful hostel by the beach owned by Yumi herself and her long-time fiancé, Namjoon. But then going home became some distant reality she wasn’t ready to face, so kindly she was offered a position at the beach stay. And now, here she is, doing her first task out of the premises and the vigilante eyes of her playful bosses.

Although she loved the couple who hired her, even if it had been just a mere seventeen days, and she considered them as family, nothing made Deo as uncomfortable as not knowing what she was dealing with. Driving to the airport clueless as to whom she should be picking up wasn’t her cup of tea and the uneasiness she felt was visible as she sighed longly while turning off the call.

The stop sign goes green again, and with a bold strike of encouragement, she straightens her back, holds the steering wheel with conviction, and begins a cheerful pep talk to herself.

“You can do this.” She mumbles, hawkeyes scanning the people as her car slowly passes by. “How hard can it be… He’s tall and–”

The words quickly lose their sound in her mouth. Standing ten feet ahead, a man attracts glances from everyone passing by as he checks the visor in his camera absentmindedly.

Mentally, Deo starts crossing every characteristic being given by Yumi as she keeps looking at him through the safety of the Jeep’s tainted window. The only thing that doesn’t match is that this handsome man isn’t blonde but a brunette. His chocolate locks look ridiculously soft blowing in the light breeze.

Inhaling resolved, she parks right next to him, rolling her window down.

“Hi there! Would you perhaps be the Kim Taehyung from Seoul I’m looking for?”

Upon hearing his name, Taehyung looks up at her. The girl doesn’t wait for his answer, she jumps out of the vehicle that he can notice is much bigger than herself. “You must be here to pick me up… Right?”

Deo smiles at him confirming with a nod before opening the big trunk of the Jeep. Instead of introducing herself right away as expected, Taehyung watches as she reaches for his luggage, her knitted eyebrows denouncing how heavy it must be.

“I– I can do that–” He tries, but she swiftly evades his reach.

“It’s no problem! Really.”

He watches a bit flustered as she tries to dismiss her effort with a laid-back energy as if it was something she did all the time—to arrange heavy stuff in trunks and whatever not.

Picking both his duffel bags to help while she is still pushing his suitcase inside the trunk, he is able to take two steps before she takes notice and grabs them from his hands. “Leave that to me! You can wait inside, really. Go ahead!” Deo waves her hand and he starts to walk toward the passenger seat uncertain of how to behave, but decides to take her lead for the time being.

“Seatbealt!” She says as soon as she occupies the driver's seat and he is quick to follow the instruction.

“So… Where is Namjoon?”

Deo reaches for the rearview mirror, casually checking something in her eye before adjusting it back to its position. “Oh, he had to give today’s surf lessons and Yumi was kind of busy with tonight’s gathering so… But you’ll see him soon enough!”

“Ah, I see”

“He’ll be waiting for us by the beach, don’t worry.” And the bubbly smile she gives him before starting the car and driving them away is enough to shut down his inquiry and haze him in his thoughts.

ılı.lıl taehyung: What kind of women I’m compatible with? *smiles* Looking back… I’m drawn to the ones that are strange to me at first *chuckles* I think they’re a good pair for me.

Driving down the lush tapestry of Jeju island, Deo takes the wheel as the jeep’s interior is illuminated by the soft glow of the sun. Melodic notes intertwine with the afternoon’s warm atmosphere as music envelops them. Deo’s fingers tap the steering wheel, and her voice, a gentle hum, dances in harmony with the rhythm. Taehyung, sitting beside her, steals occasional glances, captivated by her carefree demeanor. The playful sway of her copper strands in the wind and the joy evident on her face, as the waves crash on the coast, make the moment feel like a private dance between them.

ılı.lıl taehyung: Have you ever met someone and felt like they were this huge… Question mark?

ılı.lıl taehyung: Like– “What is she like? She looks fun” *chuckles reminiscent* And you can’t stop having these questions and curiosities… You just want to know more and more.

As if sensing the perfect moment, a familiar melody begins to play through the car’s speakers. Deo’s eyes lit up with recognition, a grin forming on her lips. Officially Missing You by Tamia had been remade by Basstracks as a summer tune, and it had quickly become one of her favorites at the moment; a song that resonated with the essence of Jeju and its travelers.

With an impulsive burst of excitement, Deo cranks up the volume, allowing the music to envelop the jeep. The infectious beat cascades around them, harmonizing with the engine's rhythm roaring wildly in the wind. Her hands tap the steering wheel more enthusiastically than before, her foot keeping time with the pedals as the melody ignites her senses.

And then, as if the music had started a fire within her, she begins to sing. Her voice, rich and passionate, hits Taehyung’s ears in a wonderful and alluring way. Every note she sings seems to carry the energy of the sun-drenched afternoon, a celebration of life and the freedom of the open road.

Taehyung was initially taken aback by the sudden fervor. He watches in silent amazement as she transforms from a steady driver into a vivacious performer. Her eyes sparkle with delight, and her voice carries an unadulterated joy that is impossible to ignore.

For a moment, he is rendered speechless, caught in the captivating spell of her uninhibited enthusiasm even though he knows the lyrics by heart himself. But as the chorus approaches, Deo’s voice soars higher, and turning to him with an unmistakable twinkle in her eye, she opens the windows further, allowing the world outside to merge with the music.

“You know this song–?” As she asks and the chorus reaches its crescendo, she extends her arm toward him, pretending her hand is a microphone. The invitation hangs between them, and he hesitates for a moment. “C’mon! Sing with me–” Shyness lingered, but her spirited performance is too magnetic to resist.

Taking a deep breath, he leans closer to the imaginary tool and timidly joins in, his voice intertwining with hers. Taehyung sings softly, still caught in the spell of her contagious energy. His eyes remain fixed on her while she loses herself to the music.

At that moment, as Deo sings with all her heart, his own swells with a profound fondness for the stranger sitting by his side. He realizes that this is a glimpse into her unfiltered soul—one that seems to revel in the simple joys of life, that seems to embrace every moment with unbridled passion.

ılı.lıl taehyung: That’s how I fell for her… You see, I’m attracted to intense women.

⤷ tangerimin It is fun to follow their lead kekeke so… Same here.

ılı.lıl taehyung: There is a lot more to it– Like being bubbly… Oh, and she was also pretty feisty! Yeah, *smiles* that’s what she was like. She had just the right amount of feistiness.

When the music fades out and is replaced by the radio host’s voice instead, Deo turns down the volume still in a cheerful spirit. She takes a peak at the passenger seat only to notice Taehyung’s eyes are already on her. Visibly disconcerted, he gives her a small smile before looking over at his window instead, and she takes the opportunity to know more about him.

“You will like it there,” she starts bubbly and he returns his gaze to her side profile. It is endearing how close to the steering wheel her seat is to compensate for her small stature.

“I think so too… The last time I came it was such a healing experience– And well, I’ve been wanting to rent a trailer ever since I was younger.”

“Oh, you’ll love it then!” He watches how her eyes part from the road ahead and instead fall on his side of the car, momentarily pointing with her index finger still on the wheel to the beach extension that passes by them. “It must be lovely to drive along the coasts… Picking these beautiful spots to just– Chill. I have a list of them if you want!”

Taehyung leans his head on the window, a nostalgic wave hits his lips as the lines of it curve upward and he watches the sea crashing at the shore. It’s like a vivid picture of his childhood right in front of him.

“That would be great if I had the license to drive the camper around… Maybe next time?”

“You’re staying over a month and you won’t even change spots?! Now that we can’t do, hon.”

He looks back at her startled by the casualty she treats everything. And not in a bad way; she didn’t peg him as this overbearing nosy person who didn’t have boundaries, but as someone that seemed carefree and loose. A different version of himself that he had to let go of many moons ago to fit the immense gray box that was societal norms and ordinary conviviality.

Feeling a bit tempted to just enjoy the moment he decides then to let go of the filters. “That’s the only thing to do, hon, I don’t have the license.” He jokes, chuckling at her reaction when hearing the nickname. “What? You started it.”

“My bad! Yumi was so invested in this whole casual speech thing ever since I started my part-time job there that now I just can’t come out of it. Something about making the guests feel at home and all that…”

“Sounds like Yumi!”

“But back to you. I was thinking… If there was a way to get you a license, would you want it? To live the full experience of a camper, that is…?”

Taehyung frowns thinking as he looks to the calm waves again, but there isn’t much thinking to do. He would love the freedom of parking the vehicle throughout the whole extension of Jeju. “Sure…” He ponders. Being the type to imagine and discuss things, he was more than ready to give her all the reasons why that would be great for his next stay. “To park it whe–”

“Great! So let’s do it!”

It is the last thing he hears before she makes an abrupt U-turn in the middle of the calm road, and he has to flatten one hand on the window and the other on the panel of the Jeep to hold for his life.

His heart only stops beating at an alarming speed once she hits the brakes and he is able to open the door to exit the vehicle. Still confused as to what is happening, the picture gets clear as she opens her arms excitedly in front of what he realizes to be a driving school.

“Ta-da! Your problems will be solved in exactly two days!” Deo exclaims, and Taehyung is pretty certain that his face is contorting in the most clueless way. He notices how a sudden strike of worriedness flashes on her toffee irises, however. “If you manage to pass the test of course…”

ılı.lıl taehyung: I should have known she was crazy by then… But in all honesty… That’s what made her fun in the first place.

ılı.lıl taehyung: And that makes me crazy too *laughs* You know, it’s those kinds of things you only realize later… Much later. Like realizing you’ve been conned only after being conned by someone *sighs*

⤷ supertuna Wow … I have just now realized how some people can be so blind

ılı.lıl taehyung: And now whenever I see a camper trailer… I think of her.

They only get out of the driving school when he goes through with all the paperwork necessary to go and take the test the next day as Deo had insisted. She not only pushed him into a 3x4 photo machine situated on the long corridor of the building, but also cut the picture she thought to be the best, and helped him fill the application.

Taehyung keeps replaying the whole shenanigan in his head as he takes his surfboard out of the roof of the jeep parked by his temporary home—a camper trailer by the beach. Last year, Namjoon had called him excitedly sharing the news that his girlfriend and he had bought a cozy place in Jeju and had renovated it to be a chill hostel for surfers and passersby. Of course, Taehyung stopped by to visit as soon as he was able to take some days off, but at the time, since all trailers were already rented, he stayed on the main structure.

Not that it was bad, far from it. He enjoyed every second; from the late-night gatherings to the lounge festivities, and the amazing lunchtime Yumi was keen on making into a later-on karaoke session or game quest. There was no dull time within the colorful facilities, and it was always kept so casual that it made Taehyung feel very much at home.

But he had the trailer experience written down on his bucket list ever since he could remember. And so this time around, he was sure to seize the opportunity and make that old promise come true.

His thoughts wander away as he finishes sticking his board in the warm sand. Playing by the emerald shore, Deo runs laughing as she is chased by two dogs. His right hand comes to his eye line to shield it from the sun as he is incapable of moving on with his life, seeing her throw a stick only to have the bigger dog chasing it and the little one look at her unamused. It’s like he could be here all day to witness this particular scene, unconscious and unbothered by what surrounds them.

And that is indeed what happens.

“Hey, you, Mr. cloud9–” Namjoon calls for his attention for the second time. “You didn’t listen to a thing I said, did you?”

“Hm?”

“I was telling you to close the canvas of it at night because of the wind– Are you even hearing a thing?” But as he follows his friend's line of sight he knows he isn’t. Letting go of his own obligations for the time being, he stands beside Taehyung, crossing his arms and admiring his dogs running as the waves serve as background music to his ears. It’s peaceful. It’s his piece of peace on earth.

“She shines, doesn’t she?”

Namjoon peaks at his friend before looking ahead once more, with a fond smile finding his features. “She does… She has been our recent source of joy. Yumi and I laugh so much because of her lately.”

“Yeah, she seems fun,” Taehyung muses with a chuckle of his own still enamored by the scene displayed in front of him. Deo falls to the soft sand in laughter and both dogs come flying toward her.

“Poor girl… She was dumped here by some surfer. Could you believe that?”

There is a sorrowful pause and Taehyung is suddenly snapped out of his trance, indignity brimming in his eyes as his friend shakes his head clearly saddened by the situation.

Returning his view to the girl ahead, he adds, “What kind of jerk would do that? She seems so bubbly and… Caring–”

“You want to take her to Seoul?” Namjoon interrupts and he almost gasps.

“Take her?!”

“Yeah, take her. I mean, I think she would be happy with you there…”

“You think she would like to come with me?” Taehyung’s fingers tingle with the possibility, even if he himself doubts it a little.

“Sure! We just have to give her one last shot and she’s good to go! The vet–”

“Wait. What? What are you talking about?”

Namjoon stares at him suddenly confused, and then back at the beach again. As Deo hops by, calling for both Monnie and Tan, his eyebrows soften in understanding.

“Oh… It’s not Monnie, is it?” He muses playfully. “You’re talking about Yewon… I see,”

“Yewon…” Taehyung mumbles her name to himself. “So her name is Yewon, huh…”

But the impish nudges he receives on his side snap him out of his thoughts and let him know that Namjoon won’t be letting go of this confession so soon.

In the cozy beachside hostel, the evening breeze whispers through open windows, carrying with it the laughter of tenants. With a lighthearted step, Deo finds herself in the pantry where Namjoon is absorbed in a way to easy recipe for lounge snacks. Fishing his phone out of her jeans, a small smile plays on her lips as she extends the device toward him.

“Here you go, boss,” she remarks, her voice playful as she not only returns his phone but also substitutes the sugar jar in his hand with the salt and pepper.

Namjoon glances up, chuckling at his clumsiness. “We were almost in trouble there. You’re a lifesaver.”

As he takes the phone from the table filled with condiments, he can’t help but tease, “You should probably get one of your own, don’t you think?”

“Eh. It’s just a hassle really… I only use it to talk to our guests.”

Leaving him to his impromptu cooking, she strolls out to the porch, where the new visitors are gathering. The atmosphere is lively, with conversations and newfound curiosity filling the air. Deo effortlessly mingles, chatting with familiar faces and welcoming newcomers that pass by the beach.

Among the crowd, she notices Taehyung engrossed in a ping pong game, as she takes some beers to a group playing Jenga. His infectious laughter captivates everyone around him and she can’t help but smile at the view. Her gaze lingers, catching his eye for a fleeting second.

She points with her head to the group around him, wearing a playful smile on her lips, and lifting her thumb up to measure how he is doing tonight she waits for his response. Immediately he raises his own finger positively, his smile opening wider at her caring gesture to check on him.

Suddenly, the lights flicker and go out, causing momentary confusion and their brief interaction to cease. Murmurs and laughter rise as the guests fumble in the dark. Deo is the only one chuckling expectant as she knows what is to come.

Then, not ten seconds later, Yumi’s voice pierce the darkness through a megaphone. “Ladies and gents, it’s game time!”

The announcement is met with cheers and applause, and the porch transforms into a playground of excitement. Deo herself feels the rush of anticipation buzz down to the tip of her fingers as the group prepares for a surprise game under the stars, even though she replays the script made by her and Yumi earlier on in her mind.

The last time Taehyung stayed here, he arrived so tired from a late-night flight that he wasn’t able to participate in the welcoming game he knew Yumi organized every month, and he regretted it for the whole week he rented a room. This night was all every guest he met by the beach was able to talk about, and now he was ready to find why.

As some fairy lights and a big screen illuminate the space, Deo watches the handsome newcomer’s silhouette amid the glow. His grin was unmistakable as he raised a red cup, ready to dive open-heartedly into whatever it was that the hosts had prepared.

Supposedly, every time Yumi and Namjoon did this for the new guests to ambient themselves and feel more comfortable around everyone else, they prepared a scavenge hunt inside and outside of the hostel's bounds. But this week everything had gone to space and changes had to be made at the last minute.

Between losing a long-time employee and having to train Deo on the spot, as well as managing the surf lessons and running the business, the couple had little to no time to arrange the things needed for the anticipated scavenge hunt. So this month, Deo pitched in with a rather easy game to orchestrate and that would still promote the mingling of the visitors—Simon Says.

“And… Start!” Yumi exclaimed as she pressed the button to start the presentation on the projection screen.

Big crimson red letters appear giving instructions and the crowd thrillingly follows. “Simon says: make a group with four girls and three guys” it reads at first and everyone fumbles their way to find open spots. Deo herself is forced to join as two guests she had come to know, pull her to their side. The thrill of the game intertwined with the salt-kissed wind made her feel some sense of belonging that she had never really expected.

“Three guys, three girls!”

In the throes of the chaos of the match, it was inevitable however how Taehyung’s gaze followed the sound of Deo’s laughter. Even if their eyes meet in brief moments, and even if it was in the middle of an ongoing competition, a silent connection seemed to pull them to each other like gravity.

As the game reaches its apex, the tension in the air is palpable. The players’ laughter overlaps with the sound of Yumi’s megaphone, creating a symphony of fun. They aren’t completely strangers now. There is a spontaneous connection formed between them all, just like the hosts had intended it to.

“One guy, one girl! Quick!”, Yumi reads the screen through the megaphone overexcited, and the remaining participants eye each other in confusion while the rest of the crowd laughs entertained. “Oh–”

Taehyung steals a glance at his two partners, both male, and they all chuckle amused, not really knowing how to proceed.

“I think I messed up when writing this– Wait.” Yumi confesses to the crowd sheepishly, starting to move toward the laptop to try and fix the mistake.

But then Taehyung feels like someone is watching him through his peripheral, and when he turns his head, it’s her. Deo stands two feet away from him, close to Yumi, watching joyfully, and he suddenly knows what to do. Or better, his heart does.

With two quick steps, he reaches for her hand, pulling her gently to his side and attracting everyone else’s attention to their figures, Yumi’s included. In the midst of the applause and collective cheer, Deo’s mute inquiry reaches his eyes.

The porch begins to transform into a realm of unity and exhilaration, being lit by the moonlight and the shared spirit of the guests, but not that any of the two notice, as the girl is too enchanted by her last-minute partner’s orbs. Taehyung's big brown eyes pierce hers with certainty and a flash of curiosity that is almost childlike.

A shared smile floats between them as her sight falls to his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the joy of the evening and perhaps the butterflies that flutter rapidly in their stomachs.

The lights had gone out, but the bonds forming under the starry August sky seemed to shine even brighter.

ılı.lıl taehyung: When you look into a girl’s eyes you can tell if she’s compatible with you or not. I can see who she is through it… And in that moment I felt it. I knew that she and I would be compatible.

“We have our winner for tonight!” Yumi exclaims through the megaphone as they keep staring into each other’s eyes, “Congrats!”

Amidst the fading echoes of the beachside game’s conclusion, jubilant cheers resound from the open porch of the hostel. The sun had retreated long before the gathering had started, ceding its reign to a canvas of twilight hues, but now fireworks burst into existence, painting the sky with a kaleidoscope of colors.

The couple, different from the majority of the crowd who excitedly run towards the shores, stands hand in hand still. A silent connection stronger than the clamor. With each explosion, Taehyung’s gaze shifts from the spectacle to Deo, seeing in her eyes a breezeful wonder that makes him rendered. Yet, it’s not just the pyrotechnics that leave him breathless. As he watches her, a quiet realization dawns—his heart races to a rhythm he hadn’t known before. It’s more than just curiosity. At that moment, amid the splendor of the fireworks and the tranquil beauty of the night, Taehyung recognizes the gentle tug of love.

ılı.lıl taehyung: I liked everything about her… The way she looked at things and the way she smelled. How she had two funky single braids done in her loose strands and the clothes she threw together without much effort making an all-together beachy look.

ılı.lıl taehyung: Everything about her seemed perfect to me. I just… I really liked her.

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supertuna Maybe it’s because I’ve been dating for so long… But I find dating stories uhm… Kind of funny now keke

callmerinie “And it was at that moment that the fireworks went off…” 🤭🤭

tangerimin You bet they heard bells, too. I heard it was explosions of fireworks 😏

⤷ notmekeys i’m too drnk to answee this

supertuna I think everyone feels like their own love life is special like in a movie or something

notmekeys it’s a beautiful story tho

⤷ notmekeys there waas a guy who found a butiful woman on a trip and and the night they met fireworkss went off peww pew!

⤷ notmekeys their eyes met bang !! theirr hearts too

bluengrey But those things can happen all at once… At least I think so.

boreo well… if the woman is insanely pretty that’s possible. don’t you think?

⤷ tangerimin That’s exactly when you have to realize it’s just too good to be true, don’t you think?

supertuna Let’s say you wake up from that dream, then what happens if you don’t get together?

⤷ callmerinie then you die alone

⤷ notmekeys no. no no. i’m not alone.

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bluengrey Hmm

bluengrey I would still fall for her..

boreo if i met him again… i’d fall in love again

bluengrey Yes, I think I would.

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GOOD BOY X PJ

INTRO

Side Charecters: Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi.

Warnings: mentions of violence, smut, nudity, dom and sub relationship, bdsm topics, slave training, anal sex, poly relationship, male and male, punishments, overstimulation, voyarism, public sex, anal plug, dirty talk, edging, exhibitionism, face sitting, fire and Ice play, forced orgasm, gunplay, Impact play, nipple play, orgasm denial, pegging, pet play, sensory deprivation, wax play.

Genre: stranger to lovers, bdsm relationship.

NIGHT SHIFT

I sight looking at my watch. It seems like I've been doing that a lot lately, but right now my client is trying everything he can to extend our time together while I keep telling him I can't.

Is not always like that. But it can get ugly sometimes.

I made the excuse to use the restroom and he finally let me out. Man can be so difficult when drunk, that's why I usually prefer hosting for women but, even them sometimes can get a little out of it when drunk, the difference is they usually listen when I say I need to leave.

I'm not a prostitute. I say to myself in the mirror. I try to remind me of that, stay true to what i want to do, to my dreams and who i am. But it all seams so foolysh. Leaving and heading to the hosts room. The other boys are working but, I see Chul resting on the sofa playing something in his phone.

- difficult client? - he said without looking at me as I plot on the sofa sitting far away from him.

- the usual. - I simply reply.

My eyes close by itself. It's 3 in the morning and I'm so tired. But the thought of having dance classes later in the afternoon makes a smile grow on my face and suddenly, I have the strength to fight a bear. Well, not literally.

I hear boys laugh coming closer to the room, Hwan and Myung enter saying their goodbyes as they have finished their night for today.

- oh, Jimin your next client is here - Myung said to me.

- thank you, I'll be off now.

Tiredly I make my way out of the room and towards the second floor, where all the rooms we attend our clients are. I stop for a few seconds in front of the door before I make my way in - just one more - and besides, joon is a big softie with me.

[...]

Dance is what makes me feel life. Is what keeps me alive and walking forward. It's like breathing for me.

When I hear the sound of a melody, my body instantly moves with it as if I'm dancing with it, not for it. My mind is no longer a prisoner of my nightmares and I can finally feel free, like this is exactly what I am supposed to be doing.

When my class is over, Eun ji my dance teacher praise me for dancing so beautifully fluid. I thank heavens everyday for her.

When I first came here to Seoul, she was the only one who helped me. Eun ji has been a dancer for 20 years now, she and her husband have a dance studio for classes and they teach all kinds of people.

They were the only ones who accepted me with all my background. They also gave me a place to stay when I didn't have one, and even helped me find a job but, the club was the only place someone like me could be accepted.

- it's been three years already! - Eun ji exclaimed. Her eyes on me as she talks. - I know you think your not ready Jimin but, me and Cha really want you in the studio anniversary celebration.

I knew this was coming. Every year on the Studio anniversary, they held a big celebration with all the dancers and groups they've been teaching. I never participated because I wasn't ready, the fear of disappointing myself with a performance in front of so many people would always make me denied her invitation.

- I don't think I'm ready ms. Ji - I said as look at my feet, not being able to look at her face as I denied her again.

- Jimin I know what you think, but if you keep doing this to yourself you'll never be able to grow - she said and I felt her put a hand on my shoulder - I'm getting older Jimin, and I want to see you shine in that stage, I have no children of my own and you have been like a son to me and Cha.

I look up at her.

- please, think about it.

With a sad smile she leaves.

Her words clutch to my mind for the next few days. I've always wanted to be on stage, but my fears and anxiety hold on me with claws while laughing at me.

I'm not ready. I keep saying, trying to comfort myself in any way possible before i make my way to the manager office.

On my way to the club he called me and told me I had a special request. Special client. Tonight I'll accompany a CEO in a small business dinner, at a fancy restaurant. The only time I've done this before was a year ago, and it did not end well.

Business man are also assholes.

I knock three times before I come in.

- you called me sir - I say.

He turns from his computer and takes off his glasses as he looks at me from his desk.

- you have a vip client tonight - he says - there is only two reasons I called you, number one being the vip client situation.

- oh.. is he new? - I ask.

- yeah but that is not the only thing.... - he says looking around his desk - you'll be in a room with big, big people, important people, extremely influential people.

It makes me wonder who they might be and at the same time makes me uneasy.

- so make sure you serve your client well and... - I already know what he's gonna say - do your little thing and grab a few new ones too.

I knew it. The sight that escapes my mouth doesn't go unnoticed by him, he gets up annoyed and comes at me. I gulped as he stands behind me as I was sitting in front of his desk.

His hands on each side of my shoulders completely cornering me, last time someone said something he didn't liked the boy was beaten up so bad he had to go to the hospital. To say I was scared was an understatement.

I gasp out of shock and pain when he grabbed my neck, his breath hitting my ear as a chill run down my spine.

- you are my slave, so you do what I say or else... - his grip tightens on my neck and tears start to form in my eyes - so if you want to stay alive treat our client very, very... well.

He lets me go. As the air fills my lounges I cough reaching for my neck, my eyes falling on the men in front of me who looks at me as if I'm nothing.

As if I'm just a slave boy.

- the second reason is because of what happened last time - he says, making his way to sit behind his desk again - make sure that doesn't happen again, even if means your ass will get filled.

I stand up, not wanting to hear any of that shit anymore. I hear his laugh as I storm out of that office, anger filling me so hard I smashed the wall besides me.

The pain in my hand being the only thing that brought me back, soon I was blinded by my tears as I grabbed my hand that was now bleeding.

I cried.

[...]

The show must go on. I put on my best clothes as I pushed my feelings away. I have no time to waste pitying myself.

I have no choice but to keep going, I feel a wall suddenly growing around me as I feel so empty. The want to come back home to my mother and cry while she embraces me, almost makes me cry again.

I cursed myself for punching the wall so hard, now I can't bearly do my make up. As i manage to do a decent job I look myself in the mirror being satisfied with it.

One last breath.

I run my hands through my hair, as i build up the strength to keep going.

The show must keep going.

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