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anissanightyoung · 3 years

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Of kisses and Roman traditions

[SUMMARY] Where Seungkwan enjoys kissing you and blames it on the Romans.

Idk what this is. Fluff? Flirty!Seungkwan definitely. Oh and noona!reader😁

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HAPPY 6 YEARS TO MY BOYS💖💎

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You and Seungkwan have already kissed on three occasions. You didn't want to put too much thought into it, and you never mentioned it anyway. But sometimes it's hard to stop thinking about what those kisses mean.

The first kiss was at Seungkwan's house. All your friends were already asleep, tired of playing all his board games, and drunk innumerable bottles of liquor. You had finished cleaning up when Seungkwan came towards you. "Yah, why did you clean? This is my apartment.” You laughed at his half-asleep state, you could see just how tired he was trying to beat Soonyoung with one drunk. He did his best, but Soonyoung kept giving him +2s and +4s of tequila or vodka and mixing alcohol in Seungkwan's system ended badly. He threw up twice overnight.

"Look at you, hangover's gonna bite your ass in the morning. And you know I can't sleep when this place is trashed." You can hear him laughing lazily, trying to stay awake. "Come on, let's get you to bed." Seungkwan grins, "Starving. Creamy cheese bagels. Feed me?" You laughed at his antiques. You met him a year ago, and you know drunk Seungkwan needs to eat before he goes to bed. "This is a way of waking up hangover-free, noona. You should try it." But you know that Seungkwan will still have a headache the following day, with an Americano as a telling sign.

"You're too cute for your own good, do you know that?" You joked to him, shaking your head. You were warming up the bagel when he took your hand. "Happy anniversary, noona."

"What?"

"Do you think I wouldn't remember? It's the anniversary of the first time we met.”

"What a sappy, sappy man you are." You laugh while finishing his sandwich. You turned around to face him and said "ah" so he could take a bite out of the bagel. When he did, it was as if he had tasted food for the first time. When he had already swallowed his first bite, he suddenly threw his arms into your waist, swallowing you in a cuddle. That surprised you because he's not usually that sweet, and now he's very touchy.

"What are you doing?" You asked him when he set his bagel down on the counter and tugged the ends of your shirt pulling you closer to him. This is the only time you have noticed how he is a few inches taller than you, and that he has long eyelashes a bit like those of a baby. You were that close to notice that. He slowly bent over your face, staring directly at your lips, waiting for you to stop him. When you didn't, he closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you softly.

When he retired, he laid his head upon the counter and slept his intoxication away. You figured he’s too wasted to have done so. When you asked about the kiss the next day, he brushed it off, saying, “Sorry, got wasted trying to beat that tiger hyung.”

“Just don’t do it again okay? Friends don’t do that.”

“Yepp,” popping the last letter, “I’ll take you to your favorite burger place to make it up to you.” He drags you to his car while holding your hand. When he was driving, he held your hand still. “Hey, it's not okay to kiss, but it's okay to hold hands?” There was complete silence.

“Friends can hold hands, sure. When did friends start kissing on the lips?

“Friends with benefits do.”

“Ya are you asking me to? Cause you know I’m not into that kind of shit!”

Seungkwan laughed at your outburst. “Joking noona, sheesh. You’re getting old.”

“Shut it, I’m barely a year older than you.”

Throughout the ride, he didn't let go of your hand. However, you didn't seem to mind the extra warmth.

The second kiss took place around a campfire.

Soonyoung told the three of you that he wanted to go for a drive, and you were shocked when he suddenly parked by a beach. You never asked how Soonyoung got all of your clothes and other belongings, but he seemed to need the view of a peaceful ocean at night, so you all decided. You were already there, and the semester had just ended.

While you and Seungkwan were eating dinner you bought near the store, Seokmin began jamming to a guitar and singing his heart out. Soonyoung was on the lookout for the beach's caretaker to inquire about some wood for a campfire.

“I swear, I know Soonyoung oppa is the most spontaneous of us all, but I never expected him to be this bad. Is it really because of the finals?”

“He may look carefree, but hyung goes through a lot,” Seokmin chuckled. You understand; everybody has their own way of dealing with their baggage, and Soonyoung's are to be daring and laugh his problems away.

“Minnie, can you play the song you submitted for your music class as a group project?” Campfire?” You believe it is appropriate for the atmosphere of the evening. While Seokmin was singing, you glanced over at Soonyoung to see how he was doing. His smile is beaming, and his eyes are glassy as he takes in the stunning scenery in front of him. You were relieved to see that his plan worked.

You looked at Seungkwan, realizing that this was his first time hearing the track. “Kwannie, pay attention to the next line. It's comforting.” You sang with Seokmin when the part came up. It reminds you of how Seungkwan made getting out of bed easier every day. Your anxiety held you awake at night or made you fearful of what might happen the next day. But Seungkwan, he unintentionally shone on you at a difficult period. Slowly but steadily, you began to anticipate waking up knowing that he would face the day with you.

Soonyoung accompanied Seokmin to the market to buy some food after he finished jamming due to his hunger. It was time for you to jam. Of course, you'd choose Taylor Swift's The Way I Loved You, in honor of her Fearless cover. You've always admired Taylor Swift's music, especially the older songs because you identify with the words she wrote. You were grateful for how her music got you through your childish heartbreaks.

You were so engrossed in Seungkwan's angelic voice that you didn't know he was already squatting in front of you. Both of you were grinning at each other when the last chord was struck, and you kissed him as though it were nothing out of the ordinary. The kiss felt right; it felt like it was what completed the song you were singing; it felt like the happy ending the song promised. To keep your balance, you clutched his arm. When you jerked away from him when you awoke from your daydream, he immediately drew you back in and kissed you again, squeezing your hand three times.

The four of you had agreed to spend Christmas Day at Seokmin's. Your mother didn't let you hear the end of it when you told them you couldn't come home because your family has always been conventional. Your mother guilt-tripping you to come home, saying, "We're family, we're supposed to spend time together." “Ah, well, families are supposed to support one another, not nag each other to death when one fails to meet one's expectations.” After that, you hang up, assuming that if you don't agree, your mother will say something else that you don't want or need to hear.

Seungkwan was supposed to pick you up, so while you were waiting for him, you double-checked everything you'd packed to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything. Seungkwan's introduction of Soonyoung and Seokmin is one of the things for which you are grateful. You've outgrown your crappy friends from high school, so the trio is a breath of fresh air for you.

You place your bags in the trunk as soon as you see his car, like a little kid heading to Disney World. “Thanks for picking me up, Kwannie,” she said, beaming. You excitedly slid down to the passenger seat. He immediately hugged you once you were sitting, saying, "Ah noona, you're in a good mood?" You can see his smile doesn't reach his eyes when you've broken free from the embrace. He's giving you a fake one.

“This is my first trip away from my home. I already know it'll be a lot of fun.”

“Really? At Seokmin Hyung's house, you'll feel right at home. His mother prepares the most delicious Christmas dinner. My mother's cooking pales in comparison.” Seungkwan once gave you a dish made by her mother, and one bite was enough to make you feel like you'd died and gone peacefully to heaven. The fact that Seokmin's mother cooks better piqued your curiosity. “Ah really? Then I'd really have to give it a taste.” He smiled again, the false smile, and you're starting to get bothered by it.

“What are you doing, Kwannie?” You're giving me this strange grin.”

“What do you mean strange?”

“Fake smile. It's the first time you've feigned a smile at me. What’s up?”

“You can see right through me, can't you?”

“Yes, I do. Would you like to talk about it?”

“Nope. But I'd like to take your hand.”

Seungkwan is holding your hand and exhaling contentedly. He kept it until you arrived at Seokmin's house.

Seokmin's house is warm and inviting. They live in a house on a corner with a vibrant garden surrounding it. The living room has an L-shaped couch that can comfortably seat all four of you, with additional seating available. Seokmin and his sister have a wall full of family photos and accomplishments. You can tell Seokmin's parents are a laid-back, loving family, as shown by his kindness and good humor. You don't know if it was the long ride, but you fell asleep as soon as you sat on their couch after the house tour.

When you first awoke, you chose to visit their garden, which you recall has a swing set. Seungkwan is seated by himself.

You teased, "Where are your twins?"

“They went grocery shopping with Mrs. Lee.”

“What kept you from going?”

“Too exhausted from driving.”

“Then you should've just slept with me.”

Seungkwan swung his head in your direction right away. “I-uh, what?”

Then it dawned on you what you'd said. This is so humiliating. “Sleep!” you exclaimed, “Sleeping, with eyes closed and resting-“

“I never expected you to finally ask me-”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHEN YOU SAY "FINALLY" YOU LITTLE SHIT?”

He laughed out loud at your reaction while you chased him around the backyard. He quit running around after you told him that you wouldn't smack him in the head.

“I hate you.”

That made Seungkwan stop laughing.

“Do you regret meeting me?”

You were surprised at his sudden change of tone, no longer joking. “Is this what it’s all about?”

“Well. Yeah.”

“I'm not sure what got you to think like that. You said, “But you know our first meeting was a flop.” When people meet for the first time, they usually ask for each other's names, go through some more tedious formalities, and then seal the deal with a handshake. You had an early class with him, and you didn't mind sharing a seat with him almost every time because you thought he was one of the quiet ones. The year was difficult for you because things didn't go your way, you had a lot of misfortunes, and you had a lot of work piling up that was affecting your mental health.

As you sat down in your chair one fateful morning, you put your cup of coffee on your side of the table. This is where Seungkwan got his drink mixed up with yours because you both have the same coffee taste.

“- flop is an exaggeration for that noona-”

“-you drank my coffee in our 8 a.m. class thinking it was yours, I'll never forgive you.” Reliving that moment made you roll your eyes. “But you know what? You wouldn't have replaced it if you hadn't, and I wouldn't have had the best year of my life.” It may seem to be an exaggeration, but it is true. You were grateful for Seungkwan's carefree and playful personality, which helped you get through your lowest point. He had no idea what you were going through, but you were relieved that someone was taking care of you.

He can be seen chewing his mouth, attempting to conceal his smile. “Ah dumb main character in a drama,” air quotes the phrase, ‘I wish I hadn't met you.' “I instantly thought of you.”

“Huh, that's strange.”

“What is?”

“That. As I previously said, this has been the best year I've had in, what, three years? And it's all thanks to you. I might be harsh with you all of the time, cursing at you whenever I get the chance, but that's just how I am. I'm glad I got you as one of my most reliable friends, my rock, and my go-to person. Even Seokmin and Soonyoung oppa were introduced to me by you. Seungkwan, I'd rather live in a world with you in it. Don’t think otherwise.”

Seungkwan stared at you and felt a combination of emotions. He kissed you when he understood what he felt. At first, you thought it’ll be quick like the last time, a peck. But he deepened the kiss, and when his tongue touched yours, you hear him groan. He tugged you closer, afraid you’ll get away. He reassuringly held your hands, squeezing them three times just like the second time. I can get used to this. You thought. You focused on his soft lips, how you’ve always felt content while kissing him.

He pulled away, his chest heaving for breath. “Holy shit,” Seungkwan said. You nodded in agreement, apparently unable to concentrate because of your heart beating so loudly.

“I-, uh, I--”

“I thought we’ve talked this through?-”

He sighed deeply before adding, “I-I got cold. Sorry, noona.”

“You dumb shit, if you were cold, I would have made you hot chocolate. I’m nice sometimes you know.”

“I don't mind,” he smirked, “you're hotter anyway.”

“What the heck is wrong with you? I swear to god, you've been flirting with me since that drunk uno shit.”

“It's a Roman thing to kiss under the mistletoe,” he said, pointing to the mistletoe he was carrying.

You both laughed it off, thinking about how ridiculous it sounded. “Roman tradition my ass.”

You and Seungkwan are both in the hospital on New Year's Eve.

“Ah, what a dumb plan you had there,” you exclaimed, staring at him in disbelief.

“Well, I've always wanted to go out of my comfort zone...”

You give him a light smack on the head. “Shut up. Now I'm trapped in a hospital over New Year's because of your dumb plan.”

It's never a good idea to combine Seungkwan with hiking. Sure, he's fit, but when was the last time he went hiking?

“Then have Seokmin hyung or Soonyoung hyung accompany me.”

“They're still at Seokmin's.” You and Seungkwan both arrived at your dorms earlier than anticipated. After all, you didn't want to overstay your welcome; it was your first time. You were worried that Seokmin's mother would think you were too at ease in their home.

“Well, if you want to go home, you can.”

“Who will look after you if I go home?”

For a moment, Seungkwan didn't dare add a sarcastic comment on that question. So, instead, “Come on y/n, don't be so mad...”

“Where are your manners, I'm your noona?”

“three kisses in and I still can't call you by your name?”

You blushed when you remembered all of the times Boo SeungKwan kissed you and how sweet his soft lips were.

“Noona is blushing, wah.”

“I hope your ankle doesn’t heal you little shit.”

Raising his eyebrows at you. "You don't mean that. You love me."

"Of course I do. I love all three of you."

He reached for your hand. "I bet you love me more." There it was again, Seungkwan surprising you with his sudden seriousness. He was staring straight into your eyes, waiting for your response. Luckily, a nurse came in to check his vitals.

A few minutes after the nurse came out, both of you were ignoring each other due to that sudden tension. To ease the situation, both of you just watched television until you fell asleep.

"Y/n wake up." Nudging you by your shoulders. "We're nearing the countdown. Cmon," and urged you to stand by the window, waiting for the fireworks.

Seungkwan then leaned in to put an earphone in, with a song already playing in the background. You realized it was a song written by Soonyoung's classmate, Woozi, for a songwriting class. You were bopping your head to the music when the ten-second countdown started.

You and Seungkwan alternately sang along.

"I promise myself, while drinking a glass of water in the morning, to tell you"

새벽에 물을 마시면서 혼자 다짐해 나는 너에게

"Beautiful words like the lines in a movie"

영화처럼 달콤하고 예쁜 그 말

"The words I've prepared overnight for days"

몇 날 며칠 밤새 연습했던 그 말

"I want to say them to you tomorrow with clenched fists"

내일은 꼭 두 주먹을 꽉 쥐고 말해주고 싶어

Seungkwan turned to face you just in time for the next line.

"You are pretty."

너 예쁘다

As soon as the clock struck twelve and the fireworks went off, Seungkwan kissed you. What astonished you was how you knew he was about to kiss you and how you returned the kiss with fervor as he deepened it. You can't help but compare this man to fireworks; how dark it was before him, and how awestruck you were when he came into your life.

Seungkwan was the first to back away, touching his forehead to yours and giggling like a joyful little kid. “Did you know that it’s a Roman tradition to kiss on the first minute of the new year?”

“Blaming the Romans again, I see?” playfully raising your eyebrows at him.

He laughed at that, giving you no excuse. "I love you, Y/n."

You grinned as you silently thank the Romans for their weird traditions.

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hongnanglen-arina · 3 years

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The Ulzzang Project - Part 1 | Jeon Wonwoo

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Genre: Fluff, crack (maybe explicit content in the next chapters)

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x female reader

Warnings: none

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A/N: Hello there! Here’s part 1 of my mini series of you and Wonwoo, the next ulzzang stars hahaha :3 I’d be happy to know your thoughts about it. I’m already working on part 2. I might spice it up in the upcoming chapters. If you don’t like that, scream at me and I will stop hehet. So, have fun! And as always, please remember that English isn’t my first language so excuse my grammar ♡

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You sat in Wonwoo’s apartment. It was one of those Saturday nights where you two would order greasy food, have competitive game sessions and cuddle together on his couch or in his huge bed. You’ve known each other ever since your mothers went to driving school together. Both got married to their significant other and soon you two were born, making them joke that you two should end up together when you get older. That didn’t happen obviously. Instead you grew up like siblings, spending nearly all of your free time together, fighting over stupid little things but always making up quickly after. Even studying together, entering the same university and sharing the same group of friends. You two were kind of inseparable.

“Wait, why is the bucket of fried chicken already empty???” You shot a shocked look at the boy beside you who wasn’t paying attention to you but bobbed his head to the music of the band in the youtube video which was playing on his tv screen, licking his fingers clean to get another slice of pizza. Before taking a bite, he gave you a rather emotionless answer, his face dead ass serious. “Dunno. Maybe we ate it?”

You scoffed at his words. Oh Jeon Wonwoo.

More laughing, more jamming to music and more teasing until you were full, halfway lying on the floor while you talked about the new annoying professor at uni that scolded Dokyeom on his very first day and was on bad terms with him from that day on.

After a while you cleaned up and started to play Dead or Alive to ‘relieve some stress’. You two had mastered this game for years now, resulting in you and Wonwoo winning and loosing the same amount of times. While you stick to one character, he switched to different ones but even though you two were always close, you would never grow tired of this game and those competitions with him.

When he left for using the bathroom, you unlocked your phone and scrolled through Instagram, stopping at a specific post of a couple who uploaded a suggestive photo of them without revealing much of their person. You cocked your head to the side and Wonwoo noticed it when he came back. “What are you looking at, y/n?” He sat down beside you and you showed him your phone. “Look, they aren’t doing much and the photo has quite a bad quality - maybe on purpose - but it is still good that I understand why people push the like button. Effortless aesthetic.”

Wonwoo made an annoyed grimace at your words and you raised an eyebrow. “What?” “Anyone can do that.” “Why do you think that?” Your best friend thought for a moment and pulled out his own phone, unlocking it and going through some apps until he held it in front of the two of you. Before you could ask what he was doing, he got closer to you and took a photo. You noticed that the room was silent. Only some faint noises from outside the window could be heard when he showed the photo to you. It was a photo of you two next to each other but other people wouldn’t recognize you two. The photo showed only your lips, chin, neck and a little bit of your shirt. You looked up at him and saw his grin. Wonwoo moved a little so that it seemed like he was going to kiss you. Slightly panicking, you automatically covered your face, asking him what the hell he was doing when you heard the shutter of his phone once again, signalizing that he took another photo.

The room was quiet when you removed your hands, a soft blush on your cheeks when he turned the screen, giving you a better look of the new photo. Wonwoo used a filter that gave your photo a nice vintage look. Blinking, you were kind of impressed. If you didn’t know better, you would say that it was a photo of a famous ulzzang couple from Instagram. Noticing Wonwoo’s pleased smirk, you hit his chest. “Yah, what was that all about, huh?? You can’t just-“ “I’m going to open a new account. I’m curious how many followers and likes we can get in a month.”

You had a hard time to follow, squinting your eyes and opening your mouth like a fish without saying anything. He tapped on his phone happily, completely ignoring your confused state. “W-wait, what did you say? What do you mean? A new account? Followers? What?” You tried to have a better look on his screen but he turned around, chuckling a little so that his round glasses slid down the bridge of his nose a bit in the process. “Jeon Wonwoo! Answer!”

Fighting you off his shoulders, he took his sweet time to do whatever he was doing on his phone and you whined, asking for answers but not getting one at all. Sighing, you gave up after a while, giving his broad back a death glare as you turned around and took your own phone, opening the previous app and pouting while scrolling through the already seen posts. You were facing the other direction, sitting back against back. Hearing Wonwoo chuckle from time to time or giving a thinking noise, he always got your attention but since he never explained what he was doing, you took some selfies, sticking out your tongue and pointing at the boy behind you. After editing it a little more, you uploaded it on your Instagram site with the single word ‘idiot’ and tagged him. Giggling to yourself, you didn’t notice the shuffling noises and the warmth behind you disappearing when Wonwoo literally shoved his phone in your face. Your groan got stuck in your throat when you finally got your answer.

Taking his phone out of his hand, you took a better look. It was a seemingly new Instagram account with one content, zero followers and zero following. Your eyes widen when you click on the only photo in this account. It was you two. The photo from before. You were covering your face while the photo was cut, only showing Wonwoo’s grin against your hands. Your eyes travel lower, silently reading through the hashtags he had added. #cutecouple #shy #ulzzangcouple #saturdaynight and 18 more. It didn’t take long until the first stranger liked your photo and you blinked in disbelief. That’s when you noticed the user icon. It was the sunflower you got Wonwoo when he moved into his apartment. The very first day. You remembered the moment when he stopped you in his door and took a photo of you. Although he cut it, you could still see your hands holding the flowers plus a part of your white dress from that day.

Another notification. Another 3 likes. You turned to Wonwoo, who was awaiting your opinion. Pointing at his phone and the still open app, you asked “Are you serious?” “Totally.” His short remark wasn’t convincing enough and the way Wonwoo continued talking showed you that he understood. “It’s like a little experiment. We take some photos together, upload it and wait. As I said, I’m curious how famous our little site can become. We can delete and close it after a month if you want.”

He watched your face patiently until you met his gaze. “Okay. Fine for me. But I have a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Are we going to upload cute photos only or.. uhm… other photos also?”

“What do you mean with other photos?”

Oh Jeon Wonwoo don’t play dumb, you thought to yourself but lifted your arm, pulling your collar down a bit to reveal more of your neck and collarbone. “This.”

“Sexy?” Wonwoo smirked at you and you rolled your eyes, giving him a hard push so that he rolled onto his back, laughing at your reaction.

You pouted and crossed your arms in front of your chest in an attempt to distract yourself from the blush on your face. You have seen it often enough. Accounts like that. And you would lie if you say you didn’t like them. Many of them showed their strongly edited faces but some didn’t show their faces at all and you guessed your site would be like the latter. If you are going to include more revealing or suggestive photos, you would care less if no one could see who it actually was.

That’s how you agreed.

The whole night the two of you brainstormed. You collected ideas for your next photos and had lots of fun with it. Even lying in his bed together, giggling about the most common couple poses and making gagging noises when looking them up. At around 3 am you yawned and Wonwoo put his phone and glasses on the little night stand, opening his arms for you to crawl in as you always did. You just loved to sleep in his arms. It was some kind of habit since you were little. You loved his scent and his warmth and sometimes you even found yourself at your own home unable to fall asleep because he wasn’t there.

The warm and bright sun woke Wonwoo up. He wanted to turn around and get some more sleep but decided to open one eye instead, noticing that you weren’t there anymore. So he stretched his limbs in all directions and put on his glasses. After grabbing his phone and getting out of bed, he waddled to the living room and found you in the small kitchen corner, humming a song he knew while preparing breakfast - or according to the time on the clock, lunch.

He was about to join you when he stopped in his tracks and unlocked his phone, quickly taking a photo before putting it away again.

“What is my baby making?”

Facing him, you shot him your infamous death glare. “Baby? Really?”

Wonwoo laughed at your unamused voice and joined you, stopping right behind your small form and looking over your shoulder. “Do you know how I like my omelette?” Snorting loudly, you threatened him with your balled first that he quickly ran to the dining table and took his seat. Like the good and obedient boy that he could be. Sometimes.

He was silent while you added your finishing touches to the late breakfast but when you started to set everything on the table Wonwoo was waiting at, he took another photo, a smile plastered on his face. "What did I do to deserve you, hm?"

You were about to take the first bite of omelette when you stopped in your tracks, fork just inches away from your lips. "Okay, what's going on, Wonwoo? You are super strange today?"

"Is that a surprise to you?"

"Not really... but today you're super super strange so tell me."

He grinned at you and took a sip of the orange juice. "I'm just happy to be with my baby, that's it."

"There!" You pointed at him with your fork. "What is that all about, huh? Since when am I your baby?? Did I miss out on something last night or what??"

The dark haired boy in front of you chuckled as you tried to squeeze an answer out of him, with no success. Slowly worry crept up your spine. "Wait.. I didn't do anything to you, right? Or, I didn't say anything uh... strange, right? I know we had alcohol but... Wonwoo, tell me."

You saw him wiggle with his eye brow at you. "What do you wish did happen between us?"

"Yah! Jeon Wonwoo, I- .... I saw you naked more than one hundred times! I know all your secrets! I know you better than you know yourself! I.... I am just not your baby!"

He leaned back, crossing his arms in front of his chest while watching you pout. "Chill. I'm just trying to get into the mood."

"For what?"

"For sexy photos."

"For what?!"

"For s-"

"I heard you!!"

"Then why are you asking?"

The piece of omelette had fallen down from your fork a long time ago and you weren't sure what was more important in this very moment. The only thing that you were sure about was the fact that your cheeks were burning like fire. "I... why the heck do you want sexy photos?!"

"You wanted sexy photos for our experiment and here I am. The bestest friend that has ever existed is willing to take some with you. Shouldn't you feel all giddy or so?"

"Says who?" You mirrored him, crossing your arms as well, trying to remember your exact words from the day before. You thought you did ask about more revealing photos but it was just a question about the content of your shared Instagram, your little experiment or how Wonwoo had called it. You just wanted to be sure. Never have you imagined to take some with him a day later, today.

"Forget it. I'm not going to do that."

"Now I'm sad."

Snorting, you rolled your eyes, sure he said it only to sound funny.

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You sat with your friends from uni, poking your lunch with your chopsticks in such boredom that you were more than sure nothing could grab your attention nor lighten up the mood. But you were wrong. Seungkwan hit your shoulder and you were ready to start a fight when he showed you his cellphone screen. "Y/n, what do you think? Yesterday I started a couple Instagram with my girlfriend. It was something I've been thinking about for a while but yeah. How do you find our first post? Pretty nice, huh? We already got 217 likes!"

One chopstick fell out of your hand in surprise but you quickly nodded at your friend. Your own site was a secret. There was no way you would ever tell your friends about it especially if - one day - you would really post less child friendly content. No way. Also, where was Wonwoo?

"W-wow, 217 likes after a day is pretty impressive!"

"To be exact, it's been 20 hours and..... 32 minutes."

"Whatever."

When Seungkwan turned around to the other friends to show them his site, you secretly opened your own with Wonwoo, scrolling through the amount of likes you got until now. That's when you saw the 2 new posts. A photo of you standing in front of the stove, dressed in an oversized white shirt from Wonwoo, bare legs and one from when you set down the food in front of him. Both photos from that morning. Your own face couldn't be seen but they were edited similar like the first post.

Your eyes flew over the texts Wonwoo had added to each of them.

G'morning baby.

My baby is the best.

Looking around, you quickly made sure that your friends didn't notice what you were doing and you tried to get rid of the warm layer that was covering your cheeks. He wrote baby.

Then you remembered the real reason you opened the app. You wanted to see how many likes you got until now. The newest of the food had 7. The one of you cooking breakfast had 38. And the first one from last saturday had 305 likes. Although you had more than your friend, you wanted the gap to be bigger.

Without noticing, your competitive personality came out. You didn't want to lose to Seungkwan and his girlfriend. Opening Kakao Talk, you wrote Wonwoo a message with a lot of cute shouting emoticons you once bought.

[Y/n] We need more photos - today. I'll be at your place at 7. It's urgent.

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This gif is literally Wonwoo right before he came up with his genius idea lol

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Stargazing - Lee Felix

“Yah y/n hurry up” Minho yelled. You were upstairs trying hard to pick an outfit for the trip you were attending. Well it wasn’t really your idea, not talking about how much you just wanted to stay home. But your lovely brother Minho had to “take care” of you since your parents were on a business trip once again. The only problem was that Minho already planed to go on a road trip with his friends.

So here you were , taking your time just to piss him off. A few yells and outfits later you finally gave in, took your bag and went downstairs. “Ah finally, the Princess is ready to go” Minho mocked, you just rolled your eyes and shot a “at least I look good” back. Opening the door you sat down, your brother following. He started to drive and made his way to Chan’s house. Chan, the popular handsome guy. All of Minho’s friends were popular, a lot of girls were jealous that you could spend so much time with them.

You didn’t really care, they were just 8 random boys to you, one of them being your annoying brother. Whenever they were at you house, that happened often because your parents weren’t home most of the time, you tried to stay in your room avoiding them as much as possible. It wasn’t like you didn’t like them, every single one of was kind and caring. They treated you like a little sister and you were thankful for that.

Taking a sip from your drink you almost choked when Minho said “you know that Felix is coming too right?” That asshole. You definitely had a weak spot for the fluffy haired guy with the galaxy spread over his cheeks and Minho knew that all to well. Trying to stay cool you just responded with a “mh great for him” looking out of the window you couldn’t see the smirk which was formed on your brothers lips.

A few moments later you arrived at Chan’s house, a few cars stood there. All of the guys were already waiting, Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung , Seungmin, Jeongin and of course Felix. “Oh look who’s already here” Changbin laughed. Minho went out of the car to great his friends, you following close behind. “Sorry, this Princess here took her time” you just scoffed and made your way to Jisung, he was the one you were the closest to. He smiled and gave you a hug before ruffling your hair “princess here looks great tho” he said with a wink. You couldn’t see Felix clenching his yaw.

Chan got up and clapped his hands together “great, keep it down lovebirds we have a long journey in front of us! Split up and get in the cars” As you were about to head for Minho’s car again you stopped in your tracks, all seats were occupied. You were about to protest when someone cleared his throat behind you and a deep, all to familiar voice said “Well I guess you’re with me then”

After sending Minho a death glare you turned around and smiled at Felix “yeah let’s go” You quickly made your way to Felix car so you’d get shotgun, placing you pillow in your lap. Hyunjin and Jisung were also with you and Felix, the rest of the boys were in a car with Minho or Chan. And that was how the trip started, all of you wanted to get as far away as possible from home. The atmosphere was relaxed, Jisung, Hyunjin and Felix screamed along some songs which were played on the radio and at some point you just screamed with them.

When the screaming stopped it was already dark outside, you were driving for about six hours by now. Hyunjin and Jisung already took a few naps on the backseat while Felix and you stayed up the whole time talking about everything. At some point the two of you stopped and just listened to the soft music playing in the background, watching his eyes becoming more tired you spoke up “hey Hyunjin, Jisung what about we switch seats? Felix and me are getting tired, your turn to drive” Eventhough they protested at first the car soon stopped and all of you changed seats.

The warm summer breeze had turned cold by now, causing you to shiver as you went out of the car. You were just wearing a thin top and shorts so you couldn’t warm up that easily. Jisung and Hyunjin were still standing outside while Felix and you were already settled on the backseat. He noticed that you were cold and took off his hoodie “y/n” you turned your head around looking at him with big eyes “here, take it” “but you’ll be cold I shouldn’t-“ “just take it I’ll be fine” he pushed you further. You gave in and took the soft material in your hands, sliding it over your head. Felix comforting scent immediately taking over your senses, making you smile.

Felix couldn’t help but smile as well, the sight of you wearing his hoodie which was basically a dress on you, hair all messy and eyes sleepy caused his stomach to explode in butterflies. As he saw that you were still shivering he scooted closer and put his blanket over your legs. You were so sleepy that you couldn’t think clearly, as you felt Felix arm sliding around your shoulder, pulling you more into him you gladly accepted the offer and snuggled even further into his warmth.

Closing your eyes you felt the weight of Felix head on yours which was resting on his chest, after that you were fast asleep. The front door opened and the other two boys came in, seeing you and Felix all cuddled up on the backseat. They smiled as Hyunjin started to talk “what do you think Ji? How long will it take until they realize it?” Jisung just chuckled and replied “I don’t know, but look at them. It’s too cute to be true” he took out his phone and snapped a quick photo, sending it to Minho.

Minho just chuckled at the sight of the two of you “this is gonna be fun”

“What do you mean by you took pictures?!” “Bro we mean it like we said, I’ll show you later” someone laughed. You were still half asleep and couldn’t make everything out but what you realised was that you were in someone’s arms. As you heard the voices you moved a bit what caused everyone to stop in their tracks, Felix voice filled your ears “ssshh let her sleep, she’s tired” you smiled at that and snuggled further into his chest, breathing in his scent. Minho’s voice boomed through the room “Ah Prince Charming and his princess” he yelled “I’m glad to see that everyone arrived safely” suddenly your head shot up, bumping into Felix forehead.

“Minho you little fucker you scared me” you groaned rubbing your head “oh shit Felix I’m so sorry are you okay” Everything was silent by now, you just checked Felix forehead with a concerned look on your face. Well till you realized that he still held you in his arms, he instantly knew what was going on as your face flushed red. “Uhm I- sorry I’ll let you down” and with that your feet were on the ground again. Your brother spoke up again “don’t act like that, you were awake half of the time” everyone was looking at you by now, you felt like dying. “Yeah uh, thank you anyways Felix. Imma go get my room, where’s my room?” You rumbled. Jisung came up from behind “you’re with me” he smiled and you were relieved. Until he spoke up again “and Felix”

Great.

Everyone broke out in a few giggles as you left the room to find your own. It was annoying, obviously. Even though you knew Minho just wanted the best for you he still had strange ways to show it, embarrassing you almost everytime. Sure, spending more time with Felix was amazing but you didn’t really know how to feel about that. You were confused so you just pushed it away and tried not to think about that.

Time went by and some of the guys went to the beach, Jisung stayed back with you. After some pillow fights, a few rounds video games and tons of laughter you just laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling now. You started talking about life, things you never did and still wanted to do. “Woah y/n I didn’t knew you were that deep” Jisung laughed. That was true, you never talked to anyone like that. It was a bad habit but you kept most of your thoughts and feelings to yourself so you wouldn’t worry anyone. You didn’t felt bad tho, it was just normal. After a few seconds of silence you spoke up again „Ji?“ „hm?“ you took a deep breath „I think I like-„

The door opened and Felix came in. Your eyes widened and you prayed that he didn’t heard anything. „Oh uhm sorry, I just wanted to say that the food is ready“ he forced a smile on his face. He turned around and closed the door after he left the room. Making his way back to the others he felt strange. Felix heard what you said and he wasn’t happy about it. Anger overtook him, Minho said he had a chance, he said that you’d have a crush on him. But now he just walked in to you confessing your feelings for Jisung. Felix plopped down on the couch and sighed as Hyunjin sat down next to him. „Lix are you okay?“ he said while laying a hand on his shoulder. Felix couldn’t hold back „did you know that y/n likes Jisung?“

Hyunjin couldn’t believe his ears, was Felix really this dense? It was obvious that y/n and him liked each other, well for everyone but the two of them. There was no way y/n liked anyone but Felix. Yes Jisung and her were close but all of them knew that he was like a brother to her, nothing more. But Hyunjin also knew that Felix was sensitive about the ones he loved, and that he gets jealous easily. He decided to stay calm, he wasn’t in the place to tell the freckled boy the truth. „What makes you think that?“ he chuckled. Felix looked at him „because I just walked in on her confessing“ „What exactly did you hear?“ he asked further. Felix rubbed his forehead „I didn’t hear everything but she said ‚I think i like‘ then I walked in and she looked at me like I killed her cats or something like that“ Hyunjin just smiled but decided to keep quiet. He just patted Felix back and said „let’s go, the others are waiting“ They stood up and went to the rest.

You were concerned, Jisung asked what you wanted to say after Felix left but you just shook your head. Now all of you were sitting on the table as Hyunjin and Felix joined and sat down. Looking at Felix you noticed that he avoided your gaze, his eyes were glued to the floor as he sat down next to you. The food was ready and everyone started eating, Chan and Minho prepared a lot of food. It was delicious, probably one of the best meals you ever had. “What do you guys want to do the next days? We have a week all to ourselves” Chan started a conversation. “I want to go to the beach!” Jeongin announced, with a few nods and smiles it was settled, the beach would be the best spot. After everyone agreed on that the conversation went on. Jokes were made and everyone laughed, everyone but Felix. You noticed that he was oddly quiet and tapped his thigh.

He looked up, “are you okay?” You asked softly so that nobody would hear. His mouth opened but he didn’t say anything, instead of talking he smiled and nodded. After that he broke the eye contact the two of you had and continued eating. You were confused, why was he acting like that? If he heard you before it would make a bit sense, but you didn’t even say his name so that couldn’t be it.

Felix still felt strange. He knew he shouldn’t be that jealous but he couldn’t help it. You were always special to him, even though he never really talked to you. Recalling the memorie when he first met you he smiled softly to himself.

Flashback

It was a cold day in winter, your parents were on a trip again so Minho called all of the boys over. Felix was a bit late, Minho couldn’t hear him knocking. That was why instead of him you opened the door. He was so confused that he thought he knocked at the wrong door but you just smiled and let him in. “The others went to the store to buy some snacks, they should be back soon” you explained to him, Felix nodded and smiled at you “do you also want a hot choclate? I was just gonna make me one when you knocked” you continued. Felix giggled “I’d love to have one, it’s freezing outside” you just laughed and headed for the kitchen, gesturing him to follow.

He sat down and watched as you rushed to make the drinks. Taking in your features he noticed your messy hair and the fuzzy socks you were wearing. You looked more than cute, he hadn’t much time to appreciate you tho because a few seconds later the drinks were done and you turned around and sat down in front of him. “You’re Felix right?” You asked and took a sip from your cup. “Yeah I am” he smiled “sorry to ask but who are you? I’ve never seen you here before” you giggled and Felix could swear he felt his heart beat a bit faster. “I’m y/n, Minho’s sister. I usually stay in my room when he has friends over” you told him before taking another sip. “Ah I see, I wouldn’t mind seeing you more often” he winked.

Suddenly you bursted into laughter, the poor boy looked at you dumb folded. He looked at you as you got up and went to get a tissue, frowning as you leaned closer and wiped some cream from his nose. “You got some whipped cream there” you said while wiping “oh and you got freckles, they’re cute” you continued before sitting back down. He scratched his neck “ah thank you” The two of you continued talking till you heard the front door open. A few seconds later the rest of the boys stood in the kitchen, looking from you and Felix back at the cups and then to Minho. “What is going on here?” Minho laughed, “well you guys just left for the store so your sister opened and we talked a bit” Felix said. “Alright lovebirds, sorry y/n but we have to take your boyfriend with us” Chan said while pulling Felix with him. You decided to play along “I see, have fun see you later babe” you winked. Silent gasps were heard and Felix mouth hung open before a smirk was formed “see you around sweetheart” he said before blowing you a kiss and walking away. You didn’t leave his mind just once after that.

End of the flashback

Everyone finished their food and started cleaning. After that most of the guys headed to bed since it was getting really late, you wanted to do the same so you went to the bathroom to get ready and changed into comfy clothes. Jisung and Felix were already laying in their bed as you came back, you smiled at the sight, took out your earphones, played some music and sank into your own bed.

You didn’t know for how long you laid in bed, an hour? Maybe two. Sleep just wasn’t taking over and you couldn’t tell why. Letting out a silent groan you pulled the earphones out, stopped the music and stood up. Walking on tiptoes so the two boys wouldn’t wake up you sneaked out of the room and went into the kitchen. Grabbing a cup you started to make yourself a hot choclate. It really became a habit, whenever you couldn’t sleep, were sad or felt angry you’d just make yourself a hot choclate. It really helped, you always felt better after drinking it. You sat down on the counter and waited.

Felix woke up by the door closing, letting his eyes adjust to the dark he looked around and found your bed empty. He wanted to go back to sleep but worry overtook him, where did you go? Were you okay? Sitting up he looked over to Jisung who slept peacefully before making his way out of the room to look for you. When he came into the kitchen you sat at the counter, slurping something out of a big cup. “Did you just make yourself a hot choclate at 4am in summer?” His raspy voice startled you. Your head whipped around “Jesus Christ Lee Felix” you hissed, choking on your drink. He just laughed and made his way to sit beside you “sorry sleepy head” Just smiling you gestures to your cup “you want one too?” He nodded “sure”

That was the second time Felix and you came together at a cup of hot choclate, not that you minded. The two of you sat in silence till you spoke up “what’s up with you today? You seem off” “just a bad day I think” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders. After a few minutes you spoke up again “you know I’m here for you right? I mean you don’t have to but If you want to talk I’ll always listen” feeling his eyes on you you stared into your cup which was almost empty. “Y/n?” Felix softly called out for you “hm” you were getting really sleepy, talking was getting hard. “Can I hug you?” the boy beside you asked. You slowly stood up and opened your arms “sure, come here”

Felix basically jumped up before wrapping his arms around your waist, slowly so you could back out if you wanted to. When he was sure you were okay with his actions he rested his face in the crock of your neck, your own arms slinging around his. Laying your head on his chest you could hear his heartbeat, making you even more tired. Felix hugs were great, you felt warm and safe. He held you like he never wanted to let go and if you’d be completely awake your heart would probably burst. Felix didn’t know what came over him when he suddenly asked to hug you but now, with you in his arms he felt happier than ever. You looked so soft and small in his arms, he noticed how you almost fell asleep so he just picked you up “let’s get you to bed”

Feeling Felix picking you up caused you to hold on him even tighter, you were basically asleep by now. After a few seconds you felt him laying you down on you bed but you didn’t want to let go, he was so warm. At some point you spoke up “stay here” the freckled boy thought he was dreaming “what?” “Stay here” you repeated, trying to pull him down to you “please” His thoughts were racing, was it really ok or were you just tired “are you sure?” He asked. You just nodded your head “alright, let me get my blanket then-“ “you can use mine, it’s ok” and with that you managed to finally pull him down. He landed on top of you “oh my god I’m sorry y/n, are you ok?” You just hummed and tightened your arms around him. Rolling on his side so he wouldn’t crush you he pulled the blanket over the two of you before looking down at you with a smile on his lips. You looked like a little koala clinging into him like that, it was more than adorable.

He slung his arms around your waist again, enjoying the moment and pulling you even closer. You snuggled into him and took a deep breath, taking in his scent. With his warmth around you sleep was coming really fast. Before you finally drifted off you felt him softly pecking your head “rest well sweetheart”

As you woke up you felt something warm around you, feeling comfortable you sighted and snuggled even further into the warmth. You weren’t fully awake yet and didn’t want to get up. Closing your eyes you recalled the actions from last night. Suddenly you were wide awake, your eyes shot up and spotted fluffy hair. Senses becoming clearer you felt arms around your waist and someone breathing in your neck. You wanted to panic but thought about it for a few seconds. Felix was a good guy, he cared about you more than the others did. You liked him, you liked him a lot. Giving in you wrapped your arms around the boys middle, laid your head back into his chest and listened to his calming heartbeat. It seemed like all your worries faded away, laying in the arms of the boy you adored sleep took over you fast.

Little did you know that Felix wasn’t sleeping, your shifting earlier woke him up. Afraid of your reaction he just stayed still. He couldn’t help but blush so he buried his face deeper into the crock of your neck. Not talking about the butterflies in his stomach as you wrapped your arms around him and snuggled even further into his chest. You drove him crazy. He would do nearly everything to keep you happy. As you were back asleep he moved a little to see your face, a cheek squished against his chest, hair fuzzy and eyes closed. But, was this okay? He couldn’t help but feel guilty, you liked Jisung after all. Jisung, the guy he called his brother, what if he liked you back? He couldn’t do that to the both of you, giving you a last kiss on the forehead he carefully removed himself from your grip and silently left the room. Making his way to the terrace he sat down and looked down at the beach. He muttered a silent „fuck“ as his eyes filled with tears.

Jisung was awake. When Felix carried you in your bed and when he left as well. His heart swell because the two of you were so cute. He knew about your feelings for Felix, eventhough you didn’t tell him fully. You smile was brighter when he was there, same goes for him. Asking himself how long it would take the two of you he sighted and turned around. Felix was good for you, he helped you to open up again, he didn’t knew that tho. You told Jisung about your hardships and fears, he was surprised when you told him that you had a massive problem to open up to people because some of your old “friends” just used you. Seeing that Felix could and would maybe cure this fear he just wished the best for the two of you.

So that was the first day, six were left and then you’d head home again. It was a great start so you knew this vacation was gonna be the best you’d ever have. Confusion took over as you woke up alone, the space next to you was cold and Felix comforting scent was gone. You turned around and spotted Jisung in his bed, he seemed to be in a deep slumber so you took one of your pillows and threw it at him. “Yah Jisung!” You yelled. The poor boy just fell back into a deep sleep as your pillow hit him and he almost fell to the ground. Shooting up in his bed his eyes were wide and he put a hand above his heart “Jesus y/n! Why are you yelling like that it’s early in the morning!? I almost died because of you” you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight “it’s not that early, do you know where Felix is?” He sighted and rubbed his forehead “I don’t know, he slept in your bed not in mine”

Now your eyes were wide. A deep red blush spreaded over your cheeks and you coughed “w-what are you talking about? How do you even know that you stalker” you hissed, not knowing what to say. “Hey I’m not a stalker, I just woke up earlier and saw it. You two look great together, when’s the wedding?” He joked. Your face looked like a tomato by now, muttering a silent ‘shut up’ you got up and headed outside. Passing the terrace door you spotted Felix who sat outside and watched the beach, smiling to yourself you walked up behind him and slung your arms around his middle, hugging him from behind. You felt his body tense under your touch and heard a silent sob, “Felix?” No answer. Letting go you pulled his arm to turn him but he just stood still and didn’t move. “Felix are you okay?” Still, no response.

Felix didn’t know what to do, he just stood there and thought about a million things he could say to you. There was no way to avoid a conversation with you, he knew that, and as much as he loved spending time with you, he couldn’t continue like that. His thoughts kept diving off to you and Jisung, how he couldn’t confess to you because you liked one of his best friends and how he held you last night, how you held onto him and didn’t show any signs of discomfort. He thought about how it would be to call you his, to hold you every night, he felt his eyes tear up again. “I can’t do this” he suddenly said. “What?” You didn’t know what he was talking about. “I said I can’t do this anymore” he repeated. Felix knew that you wouldn’t let go that easily, in some points Minho and you were pretty similar. It was hard for him and he still didn’t turn around to look at you “please don’t talk to me again”

Those words caused you to break out into pure fear, just staring at his back you couldn’t find the words you wanted to say. Trying to stay calm you took a deep breath “why?” You inhaled again “did I do something wrong? If it’s about last night I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-“ “you did nothing wrong” he interrupted you “I did”. You were beyond confused by now “but Felix we’re friends, why should I stop talking to you?” Friends. Felix hated that word by now, he had to stop you because if you’d keep going he’d break and tell you everything. He did the only thing that came into his mind “I don’t want to be friends with you”

You felt a pang into your chest. What did he say? Did Lee Felix, the boy you dearly loved just tell you that he doesn’t want to be friends with you anymore. Why did such things always happened to you, why couldn’t you be happy. Everything started off so good, you couldn’t believe your ears. Then finally Felix turned around. You looked him right into the eyes, they looked cold and lifeless, not happy and full of adoration like usual. Your own were filled with tears, it took everything in him to not wrap his arms around your smaller frame and comfort you. But Felix stayed strong, muttering a quick “I’m sorry” he pushed past you and disappeared into the house.

You were speechless and didn’t know what to do. Your first thought was to find Jisung and tell him everything what happened, but then you stayed still. Every time you opened up to people shit like this happened, not wanting to get hurt once again you decided to go inside. Making yourself a hot chocolate you went back outside and sat down, getting lost in your thoughts.

Felix immediately went to Chan, he was his best friend and always helped him. Knocking at the door he went in and sat down. Chan noticed that something was off, Felix usually happy eyes seemed empty, cold. “Lix what happened?” That was his breaking point, uneven sobs escaped the youngest throat. After explaining everything Chan just hugged him, after he calmed down a bit he pulled away and looked at the floor.

“I fucked up Chris, I don’t know what to do”

You had finished your drink by now and just stared at the beach when Jisung joined. “Already outside? What’s up with you” he laughed while ruffling your hair, quickly wiping your eyes you smiled back as he sat down next to you. “Y/n are you okay? Did you cry?” He suddenly asked a lot more serious. You nodded and forced a smile, a few minutes of silence went by before you spoke up “Ji?” “Hm?” You hesitated but continued “Can I get a hug?” Turning to face you he just opened his arms, sighting you sat closer and hugged him, wrapping his arms around you he placed his head on yours.

Meanwhile Chan told Felix his thoughts about the whole thing and finished off with a “I think you should go and talk to her, make things clear” This had Felix thinking, he shouldn’t have been so mean, he wanted to apologize. After a few more minutes he spend talking with Chan he got up to talk to you. Walking out of Chans room he made his way trough the hallway until he stood in the kitchen. He guessed that you’d still be there, and he was right. A little smile crossed his face as he saw you outside, but that immediately changed as he came closer and saw Jisung who sat next to you. Still coming closer he saw that he wasn’t just sitting next to you, he had his arms around you, the two of you sat there hugging each other. Felix just stood there and felt his heart break a little more, seeing you with him was even worse than hearing you talk about him, clenching his jaw he abruptly turned around and stormed into his room, slamming the door.

He wanted to apologize, he really wanted to tell you that he’s sorry. But he couldn’t. Deciding that he needed space he packed all his stuff and went to Chan’s room, now Jisung and you wouldn’t be interrupted in whatever you were going to do. Maybe he was overreacting, well he knew that he was overreacting a bit but he couldn’t help it, you were always precious to him, he always wanted to make you his, he just never had the courage to ask you out, and now he was to late. He mentally scolded himself, maybe if he said something before, maybe things were different by now. The thought hurted him, laying down into his new bed he closed his eyes and tried to erase you from his mind. He tried to push his feelings aside and maybe, just maybe he could make things work that way.

You weren’t good, Felix avoided you like the plague. When you and Jisung came back into your room Felix bed was empty and all his stuff was gone, Jisung asked you if you had an idea why he did that but you just shook your head. It was hard, the boy you liked seemed to hate you.

Two days had passed by now, two days of torture for you. Felix hasn’t talked a word to you, he didn’t even looked at you. Everytime you tried to build a conversation he shut you down or just walked away, he was so cold that you felt like you never knew him. You had a lot of bottled up feelings, having no one to talk to made everything worse. Sadness spreaded all over you and you felt lonelier than ever, of course you tried to move on but being in constant contact with him wasn’t helpful. Jisung asked if you were okay a few times, you skipped meals and barely smiled, he was beyond worried. You were always smiling, known as sunshine in the group,he immediately noticed that your smile faded away.

When you woke up today you already felt off, telling yourself it was just because you couldn’t sleep that well you shook it off. The guys wanted to go to the beach again so you packed your swimsuit, a few towels and sunscreen and went to the beach. Everything was great, you played beach volleyball and relaxed in the sun, you still felt dizzy but it was better than in the past few hours so you decided to agree as Seungmn asked you to join them and go swimming. Taking of your sundress you made you way into the refreshing water, it was pretty wavy and you had to concentrate so you wouldn’t fall. Diving right into the ocean you saw Chan joining, he had the volleyball in his hands and threw it at Hyunjin. Only a few seconds later the ball was thrown around and everyone had fun, the wind got stronger and the waves got bigger and with the sun shining right at you your body felt tired and you were dizzier than ever.

Suddenly you heard Minho scream your name and only a few moments later, you felt the ball hitting your head.

That really didn’t help, your head was pounding by now but when the guys asked if you were alright you just responded with a „yeah sure I’m fine“ A few minutes of laughter passed and you tried your best to act normal, you didn’t want to look weak, especially not in front of Felix. It was just then that you glanced over just to see him looking at you, not paying much attention to everything around you a big wave crashed into your back, tackling your body underwater.

Felix watched you a few minutes, you looked weak, almost sick. Your skin wasn’t shining like usual and there were deep circles under your eyes. When you made eye contact it was like the world stopped for a few seconds, until the wave knocked you down. Everyone laughed at first, yes it was a funny sight, but minutes passed and you weren’t showing up. It was like in slow motion, the guys began to panic, Minho screamed for you. Felix snapped, immediately diving into the water, looking for you. Adrenaline and pure panic rushed trough his veins.

You tried to swim but the water was to heavy, pulling you deeper and deeper down. You already gave up when a pair of strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you up, feeling air fill your lungs you started coughing right away holding onto someones shoulders with all your remaining strength. A few moments later you found yourself laying on the warm sand, eight worried faces above you. “Y/n oh my god you scared me to death!” Minho whined into your face before hugging you tight. “I’m gonna take you back to the house” he continued but you spoke up “no Min, I know how exited you were to be here, I can go home by myself” Minho insisted but you felt guilty, it almost escalated into a fight but suddenly someone cleared his throat and a deep voice spoke up “uh I-I’ll take her home”

It took Felix a lot to say those words. He was scared, maybe you’d ask questions, maybe you’d scream at him, tell him you’d never wanted to see or talk to him again because of what he did, but nothing scared him more than you did. Not you in general, but the thought to lose you, when he pulled your limp body out of the water. He was worried about your well being, about the fact that you almost drowned right in front of his eyes.

You looked up at Felix who avoided your ganze once again, deciding to ignore it you swallowed and gave Minho a encouraging nod. „Fine, Lix, please take good care of her“ he finally gave in, surprising you. You started packing your stuff and the boys went back into the water, not all of them tho, when you turned around you ran straight into Felix chest. Stumbling back you almost fell over again but Felix reached out and gripped your waist tight, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, holding them for support. You just stood there for a while, looking at the floor and tried to stable yourself.

„Everything okay?“ Felix asked, that was when you looked up and your eyes finally met. You got lost in his hazel eyes, falling into an endless ocean of emotions. The two of you just stood there, staring into each others eyes. Suddenly his face came closer and closer, you panicked and backed away, grabbing your stuff and started walking. „You coming?“ you turned around giving him a small smile. He nodded and quickly catched up with you, taking your bag he just muttered a small „I’ll take that“

The rest of the walk was quiet, nobody really talked but it wasn’t that bad since the walk wasn’t long. You sat down in the kitchen as you arrived, getting a glass of water and sat down. Felix came in and sat down in front of you „Are you fine?“ he asked softly. You just laughed „after almost drowning like five minutes ago? Oh yeah I’m amazing“ His hands slammed down on the counter „YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?“ he screamed „I should’ve just stayed there, why did I even brought you home, why couldn’t Jisung do that?“ his voice got louder with ever word „you know what? Fuck you. Leave me alone and don’t talk to me ever again, you’re so annoying you can’t even decide what you want“ his words hurted you. You wanted to scream back at him but he just muttered a silent „I shouldn’t have saved you“

You jumped up, lips pressed together and tears spilling from your eyes. Wanting to slap him you lifted your hand but decided against it in the last second, letting your hand drop you shoved him out of the way and ran out of the kitchen. Making your way up to the roof you sat down and cried. You went to the roof before, to watch the stars, it was beautiful up there. There was a little lounge but you didn’t care and let yourself fall to the floor. You just sat there and let the tears flow, spending hours on the roof just watching the ocean and the beach you waited for the sun to go down so the stars would come out and give you comfort.

It was almost dark by now and the others returned from the beach. Felix, Jisung and Chan sat in the livingroom when Minho came in „Hey Felix where’s y/n?“ his expression changed immediately „I don’t know, in her room?“ Minho got concerned „what do you mean by you don’t know? She’s not in her room, I told you to look after her!“ he started to get louder, „she’s a grown woman why should I look after her?“ Minho couldn’t control his temper „WELL MAYBE BECAUSE YOU LOVE HER?!“ he yelled. Everyone became quiet, Jisung and Chan looked at each other. Suddenly Felix stood up walking up to Minho, yelling back „YES. YES I DO AND IM SO TIRED OF IT, YOU SAID I’VE GOT A CHANCE, YOU SAID SHE‘D LOVE ME BACK BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? SHE LIKES JISUNG! I KEPT DISTANCING MYSELF FROM HER AND MAN IT HURTS“ his voice broke „I just want to love her“

Jisung interrupted Felix „what the fuck man, she doesn’t like me, you’re the only one in her mind, she only likes you!“ his eyes went wide „what?“ „you dumbass are so dense aren’t you? She’s head over heels for you, you really need to go and make things right“ Jisung continued. Felix felt fear running through his veins, he couldn’t believe it, how stupid was he? Looking at Jisung with shaking hands he started to talk „B-But I said awful things to her, sh-she‘ll never forgive me“ now it was Chans turn to talk „Lee Felix go an freaking tell this girl you love her“ „but I don’t know where she is“ Felix whined.

„I think she’s on the roof“ Jisung said „how do you know that?“ Felix hissed. „Because she loves watching stars“ Minho explained. Felix immediately rushed into his room, grabbing his blanket. „What are you doing?“ Minho yelled as Felix ran past him, „Telling your sister I love her, and it’s cold outside!“ he yelled back. Minho just plopped down next to Chan and Jisung chuckling.

„He’s adorable“

Felix was running by now, his head was spinning and he didn’t even knew what he was gonna tell you. He finally made his way to the roof, looking around he spotted a small figure looking at the sky. Taking a deep breath and stood behind you „y/n?“ his voice was barely audible but your heard it. Your head whipped around and you immediately stood up, unfortunately to fast what caused you to get dizzy again. Felix wanted to help so he took a few steps to reach out for you, you just held your arms up, signaling him to stay away. That hurted, but he accepted it and just stood in front of you.

You held your head and took a few deep breaths, Felix presence concerning you. After a few seconds of silence you spoke up „what do you want?“ it was scary how cold your voice sounded. Obviously you didn’t want to talk to him, his words were like knives which he rammed into your chest, you were filled with sadness and anger, just wanting to scream at him. „I wanted to talk to you“ Felix stared „I’m so sorry I-„ „Are you kidding me Felix? After everything you did and said to me you suddenly want to apologize? I opened up to you, I wanted to give you everything but you? You just abandoned me, you ignore me for days just to safe me and act all cute and nice? Oh no a few minutes later you tell me that you regret it“ your voice broke „you basically told me that you want me dead Lee Felix“ he interrupted you „y/n could you please listen-„ „No I can not, you’re gonna listen now. Do you know what you did to me? I haven’t eaten in days because I thought it’s my fault that you suddenly stopped talking to me. I though you were my safe place but you just left, like everyone did-„

„Y/N I TOLD YOU TO LISTEN!“ Felix yelled, he couldn’t take it anymore. His voice was deep and intimidating as he yelled, it scared you whenever he began to be louder. You flinched and backed away. Tears ran down your cheeks and you trembled, Felix heart broke at the sight of you, were you scared of him? Not thinking about it twice he stepped forward and slung his arms around you “no please y/n, baby don’t be scared, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I’d never hurt you“ he whispered in your hair. Feeling his arms around you, you finally broke, sobs escaping your lips and tears soaking his shirt.

„Why are you doing this? I thought you’d hate me, you’re such an asshole“ you spoke between sobs, punching his chest and trying to push him away. Felix wasn’t having it, his own eyes becoming wet as he just held you tighter so you couldn’t run away. At some point you gave up, letting yourself fall into his chest, holding his shirt so he wouldn’t disappear again. „Why“ you spoke up again, voice small and throat hurting. You heard Felix taking a deep breath „I thought you like Jisung“ was the only thing he said, confusing you. You mentally rolled your eyes and whispered a quick „the only one I like is you“ to yourself, you felt Felix heartbeat speeding up, he heard it. Your head shot up „F-Felix I didn’t mean it like th-„

His lips were soft and warm against yours.

„Don’t say you didn’t mean it like that“ he said before capturing your lips again, „Don’t say it was just a mistake“ his lips found yours again „you’re my everything y/n“ and again. He meant it, you knew he did by the way he held you tight against him, by the way little tears ran down his cheeks. You reached out and kissed his tears away, that was his breaking point, big tears made their way down his cheeks, meeting your palm halfway. He reached out and pressed you harder against him, his body shook with sobs as he buried his face in the crock of your neck. „I-I’m s-so s-sorry y/n, I s-said a-awful things to y-you“ he whimpered. You softly ran your hands through his hair, kissing the side of his neck while whispering „it’s okay“ Holding each other tight it felt like a big weight was lifted from your shoulders, you could finally breathe again.

After a few minutes Felix picked you up and the two of you laid down on one of the couches by the lounge. He laid down with you on top of him and wrapped th blanked around your body’s. Starting a talk you explained everything to Felix, he wanted to punch himself because he was so stupid after hearing the whole story. You felt amazing, all your worries seemed to vanish, laying outside engulfed in Felix warmth while watching the stars, it just couldn’t be better. At some point you catched Felix staring down at you „what is it?“ you asked while turning around to face him. „You’re amazing, I love you so much“ he said before pulling you up to kiss you again, your lips moved together. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him closer, his finding their way to your waist, doing the same.

Pulling away you pecked his nose, making him chuckle, he started tickling your sides while muttering „you’re so cute“ You laughed and tried to squirm out of his grip, but suddenly you were pinned down with him hovering above you „don’t even try to fight me baby“ he laughed while pinning your hands on either side of your head „I promise you’re gonna lose“ You laughed along, trying to get at least your hands free but there was no change, Felix grip was to strong. „Give me a kiss“ you whined while trying to reach his lips, after some seconds he finally leaned down to give you what you wanted. He gave your hands free and you started connecting his freckles, he just stared down and admired you as you did so.

After some time he spoke up „what are you doing?“ he chuckled, „I’m stargazing“ you joked. He laughed at your cheesy comment and laid down next to you, pulling your body as close to him as possible. Giving you a last peck on the lips he pulled your head in to rest on his chest. Closing your eyes you whispered a soft „I love you Lix“, kissing you forehead he responded immediately „I love you too y/n“

After all that drama you were finally happy. You’d definitely go stargazing with Felix again, even though your favorite constellations were placed on his cheeks.

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bubble-tae · 4 years

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Just One More

Genre: established relationship, fluff?

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Warning: mentions throwing up

WordCount: 1.8k

reposted from old account w/ a little editing done grammar wise :)

Jin knew by your third shot that your initial idea of you driving home was out the window. It was only 11:15, and you were already slurring the lyrics to your favorite song that played from the tv speakers. It had been a while since you have been to a house party, and the thought of being able to finally let loose with your and Jin’s friends overpowered you. Stumbling your way from the bathroom, after one of your many pee-breaks that night, Jin decided that it might be time to take you home. You fell into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. He caught you, hands falling to your waist to keep you upright. “Jinnniiiiiie,” you whined at him, the smell of various liquors apparent on your breath, “come dance with me, baby. We never get to dance anymore.” Even when wasted, he couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you looked when you pouted at him, eyes glossy and full of adoration. He hated dancing when it wasn’t choreographed, thought his arms always looked like confused snakes, but he would have taken you to dance in a heartbeat. If he thought you could stand on your own, that is. You continued to pucker your bottom lip at him, willing to pull out all the stops if it meant getting him out into the open space in the living room. He brought his one thumb up to pull at your lip, making you giggle. “I think it might be better if we head home.” He said. You grunted and tried to pull away, causing you to stumble over your own feet before reaching back out to him to steady yourself. You squeezed his shoulders and laughed. “Big shoulder boy is no fun tonight. Party pooper Jin. Suck-Jin.” You booped his nose, “that’s you.” “Hey!” he yelled in mock defense “Am I still going to be Suck-Jin when I’m taking care of your drunk ass tomorrow? Cleaning your puke off our bathroom floors?” “I’m not even that drunk. I only had a few drinks. And like… five shots, but I’m NOT drunk.” Your hands were on his face now, squishing his cheeks until his lips puckered out. You pulled him closer to yours and gave him a quick peck. It was all that he needed to be grinning from ear to ear. He rolled his eyes, knowing that he lost this round. “One dance. ONE!” he held up his index finger knowing you might try and get a couple more dances out after. You jumped up and down clapping your hands together, letting out little excited squeals as he guided you more into the center of the room. No one else was dancing, just sort of shuffling from foot to foot, but Jin couldn’t take you to a party and expect you not to bust a move like no one was watching. It was one of the things that made him love you even more, watching your anxieties slip away for the sake of a good time. When you made it to your desired dancing spot, an R&B song with a slow tempo began to play. You quickly fell into the rhythm. Well, you thought you did anyway. To Jin and the others around you, you were a flailing mess who may as well have been listening to a different song entirely. Jin followed your movements anyways, the both of you laughing as he spun you around. He knew you’d likely forget this moment by tomorrow, but Jin would keep this memory in his back pocket forever. There was something so freeing in being around you, as if nothing else in the world mattered but the two of you. Maybe that was a dangerous way of thinking, but on nights like these he didn’t care, not if it kept that bright and happy look on your face. When the song was over, you were still laughing, trying to pull him back to keep dancing as he ushered you away. “No, Jin, one more. Pleeeeease?” you began to whine again. Jin didn’t look at you, continuing to smirk as he made his way to the front door. It was at this point that your vision started to blur, making it nauseating to look at anything. You tried closing your eyes to compose yourself, but the pain in your stomach told you the next few moments were going to be rough. “Jin” you muttered out. You needed a bathroom and quick. “Let’s not fight about this Y/N, you’ll thank me later.” He said to you. He was trying his best to be a good boyfriend and do what was best for you, but if he didn’t realize what you needed quick, he’d have all the evidence of your fun night on his new shoes. “No,” you gripped on his arm and planted your feet firmly on the ground, making him stop. He saw your pale face and knew what was to come. He was rushing you back through the house before you even finished saying “bathroom”. Unfortunately, part of your stomach’s contents made it on your shirt before you got to the toilet, burning your throat as the liquor made its way back up. Through each burp, you tried to tell Jin he didn’t have to stay, but he kept shushing you as he continued to rub your back. After puking into the toilet, you let your head hang there for a second, slight embarrassment lingering in the forefront of your mind. Jin pulled your hair out of your face and placed toilet paper in your hand. You wiped your mouth and flushed the toilet, raising your eyes to meet his. He was sat on the floor with his back leaning against the wall. The contrast between the two of you was obvious; him in his soft pink cardigan and you, covered in your vomit. He always had a way of looking beautiful no matter where he was. “You look like you wanna kiss me, and I’m going to be honest, it’s a hard pass from me.” He said to you, always trying to make you smile when you were at your lowest. You looked down at the stain on your shirt, and even though everyone probably knew you were puking in the bathroom, you were anxious about walking out with it all on display like this. Jin saw the worry in your eyes and stood up. “Give me your hands, baby,” he said to you, “let’s get up and rinse your mouth out. You can wear my cardigan on our way out to the car.” You took his hands as he pulled you onto shaky legs. Once cleaned up and donning his warm sweater, he placed his hands around your waist and led you to the car. It felt like one of the longest car rides of your life, each bump and turn making you wish you had a spit bucket or some bag with you just in case. Your head was killing you, and you thought of was how good it would feel to lay in your bed. When you finally made it back to your shared apartment, you felt like the whole world was closing around you. You vaguely remember Jin parking the car and asking if you were okay to walk, but you didn’t fully come to your senses until Jin placed you into bed. Jin struggled to get you changed from your clothes and into your pajamas as you weren’t much help, one of your limbs feeling like they were full of lead. Being in bed felt like being in the ocean, your head spinning as you tried to force yourself into sleep. At some point, you felt Jin’s arms find their way around your body. You turned around slowly, not wanting to upset your stomach, and snuggled into his chest. Apologizes will come in the morning, but for now, you just wanted to focus on the rise and fall of his chest and his fingers rubbing little circles on the small of your back. He placed a small kiss on your forehead as you drifted off to sleep. When morning came, all you could do was groan and bury your face into the pillow. Your arms reached out to the space next to you, feeling the cold sheets where Jin usually lay. Last night consisted of frequent tossing and turning, as well as some strange dreams of Jin being mad at you for the previous night. They were just dreams, but you wanted the comfort and reassurance of him by your side. Legs still too wobbly to move, you were forced to stay in bed until he came back into the room from whatever he was doing elsewhere in the apartment. You were almost back to sleep by the time you heard the padding of his feet down the hall towards the bedroom. Your head turned towards the door just as he was making his way through it, a frown was ever-apparent on your face. He let out a giggle, his bright appearance almost enough to make you smile. Jin made his way over to the bed when you spread your arms open, just wanting him to hold you. “What?” he started to say, crawling into bed to hover over you, “Party too hard?” You groaned, knowing this was just the start of all the teasing for today. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he continued, “I mean that’s saying a lot since you did almost get tequila puke all over me.” He brushed your hair away from your face, pausing on your cheek to give you a playful pinch. You whined and brushed his hand away. “It’s too early for your shenanigans, let me sleep a little more before you start to mock me.” You tried to push him off you, but he kept you down and began covering you in kisses, feigning disgust but not doing much to stop him. His breath was still minty, and his lips soft as they pressed against your cheeks, forehead, and last on your lips. When he finished, you pulled him down into a hug, hoping it would be enough to make him stay in bed today. He lifted his head from the crook of your neck. “Come on, it’s already almost noon,” he said and placed one more kiss on your cheek before attempting to get up. You pulled him down again, earning a loud “yah!” from Jin. “Let’s have a lazy day. You, me, and this big bed.” You motioned to the space around, closed your eyes, getting yourself comfier under the covers. There were house chores not done, groceries not bought, and online friends Jin promised he’d play games with, but that sleepy look on your face was almost intoxicating. He rolled over you and onto the space next to you. Your smile was wide and infectious, and you couldn’t help but pull him into another tight hug. He placed one hand on your thigh, the other playing with your hair, all while humming a sweet melody. He loved you, probably more than he could ever put into words. Screw chores, they could wait for tomorrow. Today was for you and him. “Fine,” he sighed, “but only if you stop calling me Suck-Jin.”

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thotsforvillainrights · 4 years

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heyyy! could you do a fluffy date scenario with the bois spinner, chronostasis and mustard? sorry if this is too much to ask, i just love them so much!

This is not too much to ask so dont darw apologize! This is a treat for me to write💖💖💖

~Fluff Shuichi/Hari/Mustard~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

~Spinner~

-It didnt take a rocket scientist to notice how frizzled Spinner was acting today. He barely touched his breakfast, left his games sprawled all over the living room floor, and he was shedding a few scales. That was something he only did when he was stressed out! "Shuichi?" You asked him as you gently leaned around the doorframe of your bedroom. He jumped at the surprise and his his phone under his butt. You laughed and shook your head before going to sit next to him. You knew if he was hiding something, that it wasn't a big deal. He wasn't a cheater or anything like that!

"Shuichiiii...lemme see." You said in a sing-song voice like a parent trying to get info from their kid. He sighed and passed his phone to you. Your eyes lit up and a smile stretched across your phase when you looked at the screen. It was simply romantic date ideas on pinterest. When you looked at him he was already scratching his head gently and looking at the ground sheepishly. "Spinner, is this why you've been so stressed lately?" You asked him gently.

-"Well yeah. I mean...you're always doing nice things for me and I just wanted to return the favor with fancy date for once. I was afraid you'd get tired of me." Spinner admitted. You flicked the end of his nose playfully before pulling him into a hug. "First of all, I dont care what kind of date we have. I dont care if we had the same date over and over no matter what! As long as I'm with you, then I'm happy. Second of all, if you ever think I'm tired of you then I want you to throw away that idea immediately. I love you Shuichi Iguchi, so don't doubt that." You kissed him sweetly. He was now a blushing mess, but he was appeased and a lot less stressed now too. "Now let's go on a date."

-With that, you guys sat on the living room floor surrounded by snacks and a freshly ordered pizza. You played video games, talked like always, and cuddled each before falling asleep on the carpet together as the main menu of the game played on repeat.

~Chronostasis~

-"Yah!" Chrono managed to scare the living hell out of you just as you emerged from the shower. As he was dying with laughter, you glared and covered yourself with the bath towel. "Dick." You mumbled with a giggle as you passed him by and headed to the bedroom. You made a concious effort to 'accidentally' step on his toes on the way. "Hey!" He shouted playfully. He chased you down last second and tackled you to the bed. He showered you in tickles until you couldn't breathe. You basically had to pull his hair to get him to stop. Somehow this escalated into a heated make-out session between you two. "Hey...as much as I love where this is heading," He stopped to wiggle his eyebrows. "I need you to put something comfy on and come with me real quick." You were confused but complied with his wishes.

-When you were changed, you met him out in the car and buckled yourself in. He looked you up and down before laughing and putting the car in drive. "What?" You smiled at him, fully knowing what set him off. "Oh nothing. I just find it pretty damn entertaining that I told you to put on something comfy and you decided it had to be one of my hoodies." He chuckled. "But hey Hari! At least we match!" You said cheerfully while waving the oversized sleeves around.

-After a 20 minute drive into the next city, Hari pulled up into a parking lot for what seemed like..."Hari! This is the amusement park!?" You said excitedly as you exited the car like a child. He raised and eyebrow and smiled. "Well duh y/n. Does that not look like a roller coaster to you?" He pointed forward at the rides peeking up over the massive fence.

-You two basically stayed at the park for the rest of the day, and most of the night before finally heading back home. He had even done that cliche thing where he wins you a stuffed animal. You two have opted to make that your adopted son Kurono Jr. lol

~Mustard~

-Dates were few when it came to him, but whenever he did try to romance you it was amazing on his part. Well...it was creative to say the least. "Hey baby, I'm here at the location you asked me to meet you at. I don't see you though?" You asked him over the phone. "Just follow the arrows out of the parking lot. You should see the main office just past a gate opening." He explained to you. "Gotcha." You nodded (even though he couldn't see it) and hung up the phone.

-You did just as he said, and eventually figured out where you were. "I cannot believe you." You chuckled at his getup. When you entered the main office Mustard was just finished suiting up in a corner by a helmet wall. "Is all of this necessary, babe?" You asked him as you playfully pat his thick vest. "Necessary? You try being hit with a paintball in normal clothes!" He flicked your forehead playfully. The two of you got signed in, and you got suited up as well. The most entertaining thing about the date is that Muscualr opted to put you on different teams.

-"Is this payback for something baby?" You asked. "Of course not! Also, I'm not your baby on the battlefield. See you in the loser section!" Mustard shouted before running off into the forest somewhere. By the time the date was over, both of you were covered head to toe in paint and sweat. Luckily, you managed to outsmart him and win. He's still grumbling about it even a week later. You'll have to spend some time giving him gentle love to make up for crushing his ego and dominating him on the paintball field!

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youarejesting · 4 years

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Dance is the celebration of the flame - MYG

[MASTERLIST]

Part one: Music is the spark that sets my soul on fire Summary: Yoongi x reader story. Y/n is a 97 liner from Europe, she came to Korea to study Literature but to maintain herself in Seoul she works as a producer and songwriter and choreographer. BigHit hires her and while working with BTS they become friends and yoongi falls in love. Request:

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Warnings: None that I know of unless you fear Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama Words: 1.9k

You walked into the dance studio and looked at Jimin and Jhope teaching Jin the choreography and Jin concentrating to get the moves right. You smiled watching the boys spot you in the mirror. They ran over calling your name, Jin hugging you from behind, pointing at the two boys. He whined that they were making fun of him and they should have more respect, while hiding behind your smaller figure. “It’s been two years since we debuted and he still can’t body roll properly”

“Maybe you are terrible teachers, making fun of him won’t help” You turned to the door, dimming the lights a little. Taking Jin’s hand you lead him to the middle of the room and smiled explaining the fundamentals of body rolling and asking him to try again. He really was a little awkward and you sighed. “Okay Jin, um you know body rolls are meant to be sexy and you shouldn’t feel any strain, so um if you trust me, I can help you but it’s a little um intimate. What I mean is imagine we are at a night club just dancing and you see someone you like and you start dancing together. Do you feel comfortable with me showing you how to body roll?”

He nodded his cheeks pink as you put on their title song I Need U and gently took his hips in your hands. You were an excellent dancer if you did say so yourself and though you had taught friends how to dance, you had never taught anyone like this. You sighed taking your time and helping him move. “Okay you want to smooth out your movements with ease not so drastic just minimal movements, you are improving already”

He was blushing and you tried to distract him, asking him about the new bakery he recently visited and he dove into a full discussion about the food. “And they had these tiny little cupcakes and they were delicious. Did you talk to Yoongi last night? He was smiling at his phone after dinner”

“I did and I thought we all agreed, not to talk about Yoongi and I” You huffed reliving the moment two months ago when his lips met yours and those two words that repeated in your head, ‘I’m sorry’. You both never brought it up again things were awkward for two days before everything returned to normal. However now there was another problem which was this tension between you both this heavy atmosphere that seemed to burn between you. Jimin who was practicing nearby spoke up.

“Come on you both are tip toeing around each other and flirting constantly. Don’t think we don’t catch you both giving each other the bedroom eyes” Jimin scoffed and you blushed stopping your dance lesson and Jin muttered a tired thank you before walking away to rest on a bench catching his breath. Jimin smiled at you teasingly “You both need to wake up and realize you are into each other”

“There is nothing there, we are both working professionally and definitely not flirting. And I do not give him bedroom eyes” you protested greatly. Namjoon stepped to the room putting down his bag and iced Americano.

“Who are you not giving bedroom eyes too?” He asked taking off his hoodie. You sighed finally someone with reason. You told him seriously that you and Yoongi were just best friends. He started laughing, holding his sides.

“sta 'zitto!” you smacked him and he laughed and Jungkook Taehyung and Yoongi entered the Dance studio and you frowned and stood between Jin and Namjoon and too them through the choreography. You were making sure that there choreography didn’t impede their singing ability. Every time any of the boys minus Yoongi past they would whisper in your ear how much you and Yoongi should be together. “Namjoon, I will kill you if you don’t shut your big mouth”

After practice Jungkook asked you if you wanted to come over to the dorm and play the new game smite you both had been talking about. Agreeing you went to the van, jumping in the back squished between Yoongi and Namjoon. The latter finding it funny to spread out as much as he could and pretend to fall asleep, making you lean into Yoongi. Once you arrived at the dorm, everyone seemed to be obviously trying to make up excuses to leave. Jungkook said he had a head ache and was going to go rest. Jimin Taehyung and Jhope began leaving the room giggling silently while mouthing good luck and making hearts behind Yoongi’s back.

Namjoon went to his studio saying he needed to work on somethings. Yoongi seemed to look around and spotted Jin in the kitchen filling his arms with snacks. “Yah, you put those down” he scurried over to Jin who repeated “Mianhae, Mianhae Yoongi Mianhae” as he ran off down the hall firmly shutting the door.

Walking into the kitchen you hummed looking in the fridge, and you looked at Yoongi with a grin. “They are trying to set us up” you laughed and he shuffled his feet. He mumbled what sounded like an apology. “But jokes on them they are stuck in their rooms, we should order some really delicious food and eat it without them, maybe watch that new movie Tae and Namjoon wanted to watch they will hate that”

Joining you on your plan you ordered a large range of food and rented the newest box office movie the boys had been talking about. Sitting in the living room you smiled eating and laughing together while watching the movie. The credits started rolling when you looked over Yoongi was staring at his phone, you saw a snap chat from Hoseok. It was you and Jin dancing. Yoongi’s jaw was tense as he watched and you smiled. “Ah I was helping Jin with his dancing because the boys were making fun of him”

“Yeah you were really helping him weren’t you” he muttered, blinking shocked he got up and started cleaning up, carrying the rubbish and cutlery to the kitchen. Following him you tried to ask him what he meant. But he was just clattering dishes and angrily cleaning. Asking him directly what his problem was, he turned seething. “God you know how much I”

You watched his mouth open and close before he sighed turning back to the dishes. And no matter what you said he ignored you. He pulled out a glass and filled it with a single malt whiskey. Snatching the glass as he turned away to put the whiskey back, you threw it back holding in a cough at the unfamiliar burn it caused in your throat. He turned back noticing his glass empty. Pouring another not turning his back as he replaced the lid you snatched it and drank this one too.

Placing the bottle on the bench he looked at you his tongue pressed to his cheek his hands on his hips in annoyance. You went to hand back the glass and took the bottle of whiskey and leaned back in your chair. He huffed watching you take a large swig before pointing at him. He saw the fire in your eyes again.

“Don’t you dare get in a huff for me helping a friend learn how to dance alright, you have no right to be mad. You want to know why? Because you are the idiot who not only called me his best friend but then YOU kissed ME and not only that you said ‘I’m Sorry’ and left. I thought maybe you regretted it sure, I won’t push it. Of course I like you Yoongi. But I am realistic, as an Idol your contract says you can’t date, and as a civilian, commoner, peasant whatever you want to call us regular people. I know you can have anyone you want. But that video was work taken out of context”

You were panting absolutely boiling with your anger, taking a long drink from the bottle. Yoongi was slowly processing your words and felt a little sheepish. He was waiting for you to bring up the kiss, so he didn’t seem to forward. He raised his eyebrows at the way you seemed to handle whiskey. One of his favorite alcoholic beverages. You looked at it and muttered “Even your taste in liquor is freaking amazing” thrusting the bottle of whiskey into his chest you went to grab your bag and phone. “Why are you so freaking perfect?”

“Wait, I will drive you home?” he sighed grabbing the keys and walking over to the door, handing you your coat. With your cheeks flushed pink already from the Alcohol, he wasn’t wanting to let you commute home. “Come on love, let me take you home”

The car ride was quiet and dark you laid back watching the street lights glow passing over Yoongi’s face, his mouth was open in concentration his thin frame glasses sat on his nose. You hummed turning away from him, “Why did you kissed me? This feels like a joke, that I don’t want to be a part of anymore”

“I kissed you cause I god damn wanted to. Did you ever think that maybe I fell in love with you? That you’re amazing and I have missed you. My best friend whom I am madly in love with” Yoongi lectured tensely not turning from the road as he went through town.

He pulled up at your house, turning to see you watching him. You both awkwardly starred at each other and shuffled around gathering your bag and coat and you took off your seat belt and he caught it before the strap could retract into the pillar loop. He pressed the seat belt back into the buckle and held his hand over it. Starring down between you he took a sharp breath that sounded more like a hiss. “I umm… I am sorry, for leaving you in the dark after kissing you. I am sorry I was too scared to admit my feelings. But I am not sorry for kissing you, having feelings for you because I think I actually love you. So say you love me too”

“I am probably going to be a little hard to handle sometimes. And we might disagree on somethings it’s expected. And if you-” Yoongi’s lips were on yours his hand sliding into your hair gently curling his fingers through the strands. Your heart sped up, all you could smell was his cologne and it was making your head spin. The kiss was so fierce you were running out of breath. Opening your eyes as you both pulled apart he was gazing into your eyes running his thumb gently under the soft pillow of your bottom lip. “Did you just kiss me so I would shut up? Because If you did I w-”

He pulled you in and kissed you once more. Turned completely in his seat, he kissed you with everything he had. When you broke once more he was breathing heavily and you hadn’t realized you had stopped breathing all together. His lips making a small ‘o’ as he breathed cool air against your swollen lips, the air hit you, and you couldn’t help but gasp automatically. He continued a jet of cool air against your inflamed cheeks.

You went to open your mouth and he placed his finger against your lips. “Please keep talking, I will happily, keep shutting you up until you stop over thinking this. I like it, you taste like whiskey” His tongue swiped across his bottom lip and he threw you a cheeky gummy smile. “ti amo, I love you”

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minsugapie · 5 years

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Now You See Me: part 22.5 (2249 words) - best thing since sliced bread

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You’re a content creator that is wanting to change up your brand a little bit.

Yoongi is a faceless musician. Well, he’s two people at once. He’s Agust D online and while performing, but he’s Min Yoongi in real life.

Who will he be to you?

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PART 22 // PART 22.5 // PART 23

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It was a couple hours into game night with everyone, and it was already wild. Except for Jungkook because he fell asleep under the table while petting Yeontan a while ago.

For one, Yoongi had just finished up rapping some new song he was working on in front of everyone. He’d just finished a drink and was feeling great when he performed, so it was overall the best thing you’d ever witnessed. In fact, you were sure that if Tae were there, he would have literally thrown himself onto the floor for the man. Really, you were sad that their dinner reservations could not be changed. The two of them would have had so much fun with your group.

The second thing that contributed to the wild night was the fact that Hoseok wouldn’t stop holding your hand, which you didn’t mind, per se. But after what Yoongi had told you, you had a weird feeling. Just as you were about to whisper and ask him exactly why he was holding your hand so firmly and possessively, there was a drunken interruption.

“Yah! The music video turned out so well!” Jin slurred, not looking at anyone but Namjoon while talking to everyone. It was a well known fact that the two of them couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and alcohol just made it worse. Actually, Namjoon currently had his hands under Jin’s shirt and was resting his lips against Jin’s neck too. Nothing else was happening, but the skinship was real.

On one side of you was Hoseok, because he was clearly holding your hand, and on the other was Yoongi. Both men froze at Jin’s statement, not sure which person he was complimenting. With Yoongi’s mask securely placed on his face and only a straw coming up from his drink, you weren’t able to even remotely decipher what he was thinking.

But Jin continued before anything could be said, “The song and editing were good, sure, but Y/N just was WOW. She really made my heart hurt. Like seriously the best thing since sliced bread.”

A smile formed on your lips as you felt Yeontan wiggle in between your feet and settle between your legs. “Awh! Auntie Jin, the praying mantis, you’re the sweetest but it was all Hobi and Agust D…”

You saw Yoongi’s head turn to look at you just as Jimin added, “Don’t be modest! Your beauty is what got the video so many views in 24 hours! Even now, you’re filming all of us, and there is not a person on your subscriber list or that has watched your videos that doesn’t think you’re nice to look at!”

You blushed as Jimin’s comment. Unfortunately, you were still looking at Yoongi, so he got the full view of your blushing cheeks (as if they could even get more flushed after the alcohol flush). Everybody in the room but you could tell that the look Yoongi was giving you matched Jimin’s statement.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N,” Hobi whispered into your ear and squeezed your hand tighter.

You took this moment to let Hoseok know that you only liked him in one way, even if you weren’t sure what his true feelings were. So you told him, “You’re such a good friend, Hobi. Honestly, I’m so happy that I have you as a brother.”

The smile on his face didn’t reveal his inner pain as he continued clutching your hand like you were together. The mood stayed for a little while longer, Namjin now choosing to lay kisses on each other and play with the other’s hair, Jungkook still passed out, Jimin trying his hardest to make you blush, Hoseok’s hand in yours and Yoongi silently watching your every move.

Actually the card game had been completely forgotten about, black and white cards strewn across the table that was also littered with alcohol spills and popcorn. This was a night that you’d want to repeat, maybe next time you wouldn’t film it. You could live in the moment as much as the next person. Plus, with everything happening at once, you weren’t even sure that any of the footage you’d gotten was usable.

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Now, 4 hours since the camera had been turned on, it was off.

At this time, Namjin had already headed home because they had to babysit tomorrow afternoon, and they needed to get some sleep and nurse the hangovers that they were sure to have. Hoseok had gotten a ride home with Jimin and Jungkook because he lived nearby, but Yoongi decided to stay for a bit longer, wanting to help clean up. He sent his friends on their way because they were big babies and clearly too drunk to function.

A side note, everyone clearly took a cab because there would be no driving from this shindig. You wanted all your friends alive and well.

Actually, Yoongi did not drink all that much that night, or ever you assumed. He had nursed a few drinks, so he was feeling good. He didn’t seem like the type to want to get drunk. You were in the same boat. You had a few, but you knew when you had to stop.

You were seriously amazed that Yoongi had managed to keep his mask (on his chin for the most part) and cap on the whole night because it got hot in there and everyone was goofing around. You’d really have to be careful while editing. If his face was showing, you’d need to blur it out or put a picture of his profile pic on it or something. But you could worry about that tomorrow.

“I’ll help you put everything away. We made a huge mess,” he said, picking up as many soju bottles as he could in his hands and taking them to the recycling bin.

“Okay,” you whispered. You didn’t know if it was your tipsy state or fatigue, but you found yourself watching Yoongi carefully. You noticed that now that the camera was off, and it was just the two of you, he took his mask off and pushed his hair back, putting his cap on backwards.

It was a look that you found you wanted him to wear more often. In the background, faint music could be heard and briefly, there was a siren outside. But none of that noise stopped you from making eye-contact with him for a second. You quickly looked away, long enough for him to hopefully think nothing of it before you continued watching him again.

Your eyes followed the slight stumble in his step when he tripped over air. It was absolutely the cutest thing that you’d ever seen him do. You looked at his long fingers holding the bottles carefully, cleaning up your apartment, and wondered what you did to deserve being friends with this man. There was something about him that just made you want to get to know everything about him. You knew there was a lot hiding under that mask and cap.

You were simply standing at the counter, blatantly staring at him instead of helping when he turned around. He caught your eye for real this time, and you looked away, blushing. “Am I cleaning this all by myself or are you going to help out?”

Grateful that he didn’t bring up your staring, you went to the table quickly, clumsily, and grabbed the empty bags of snacks. The cards were still everywhere, so you were set on organizing those as well.

Your kitchen was becoming cleaner by the second. Yoongi removed his jacket, sporting a black t-shirt underneath. It wasn’t like you planned to notice his arms right away, but you couldn’t help yourself. You’d rarely seen him get so comfortable. The only other time was when you’d had that fun night of puzzles and arcade games.

When he caught you staring at him this time, the third time, the boy blessedly kept quiet and simply let you look at him. In fact, you could feel his eyes, trail down your body as much as yours raked over his. You were standing there, a broom in hand, ready to sweep the floor, but he was still checking you out.

Walking towards you slowly, he placed his hand over yours that was holding the broom. Leaning to your ear, he whispered, “Here, let me do that.”

His breath on your skin left you with shivers coursing through your body. You couldn’t reply, meekly nodding instead. At this point a low rumble came from his chest, and you were sure that he could tell how flustered he made you. You couldn’t even hide your attraction, and if you were being honest, you didn’t want to. Even his hand over yours holding a broom made your heart do a thing.

The rest of the cleaning was done in a blur, both of you mostly sober now. You needed to get Yoongi out of your house as soon as you could because you couldn’t stop looking at him, thinking about him, wanting him…

Walking beside Yoongi down the hallway with Tannie at your feet when the cleaning finally finishing (it felt like it took a thousand years), you waited as he put on his shoes. He had already put on his jacket again in the kitchen, so at least you weren’t distracted by his arms any longer. Something improved.

Yoongi slowly stood straight, looking you in the eye with an odd expression. “You’ll be okay on your own?” He asked, low voice seemingly lower than usual.

“I’ll be fine. Tae should be home soon,” you managed, leaning your back and using the wall for support. How had you not noticed how perfect Yoongi could be until this night? Sure, you knew he was hot and that he checked literally all your boxes, but something in you shifted tonight. He was consuming you. There was absolutely no way that he was leaving your mind when he left tonight.

Yoongi took a step towards you, and your breath hitched. It was clearly audible, but he didn’t seem to notice. One of his hands moved up and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m going to leave now.” Was it just you or was his body coming closer to yours, head moving toward yours?

“Okay. Text me when you get home, so I know you got there safely…” Your words came out in barely a whisper because you were sure that he was moving closer to you.

“For sure…yeah…”

Your hands that were previously just hanging by your side went up to his chest, stopping him from getting any closer. “Yoongi, what are you doing?” You mentally face-palmed. Why would you ask a question at a time like this. You’d been kissed before. You definitely knew what was going to happen, you stupid girl!

Luckily, he simply ignored your question, choosing to grab the wrist of one of your hands and guide it, so it was around his neck. His eyes, that were staring at your lips, met yours, looking for any sort of hesitation from you.

“So Hoseok?” He questioned, not moving a muscle away from you.

“Hoseok who?”

The Yoongi that was consuming your before was coming at you full-speed, and you didn’t want him to stop. His body was warm against your own, even though he was barely touching you. Your breathing became laboured just thinking about kissing him, and it felt like an eternity passed before he connected your lips.

He was hesitant at first, but you didn’t waste any time in kissing him back. It was clear that you wanted it and him.

Yoongi’s lips felt right against your own. They were soft, and he tasted of alcohol. You moved your lips with ease, arms both going around his neck and pulling him closer to you. Yoongi took a step closer to you, pushing his torso against yours. When you felt his waist rest against yours, you gladly opened your mouth to him.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip as he pulled away for a second, looking into your eyes to see your reaction. When you lazily closed your eyes again, you felt his lips come back to yours. His tongue darted inside your mouth, moving adeptly against your own. The hands that were previously clutching at your sides moved into your hair, tugging it to angle your head.

When this caused the kiss to deepen, you let your hands slide from around his neck to under his jacket and around his back. This kiss was something else. You hadn’t kissed anyone in a long while, and you couldn’t have been more ecstatic that it was Yoongi. It felt as if his touch was setting you in fire, skin blazing with each kiss.

In the back of your mind, you wondered what this kiss would mean…if it would mean anything to him. But that thought didn’t last long because when neither of you were paying attention, the front door had been unlocked and Taehyung walked through the door.

“Agust D?” Tae asked, causing you to push Yoongi off of you abruptly.

“Tae!” You exclaimed, trying to catch your breath and fix yourself. Yoongi looked into your eyes one last time before pushing himself out the door. You were left in front of your brother, who was looking like he wasn’t sure what he saw…or what he thought he saw.

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sugar-kisser · 5 years

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Can I request a scenario where y/n is wooyoung’s little sister and yunho falls in love with her? I want her to be cool, bc most of the time y/n gets bullied on fanfics, but this time I want her to love video games, being the schools hip hop team captain and have a pretty strong personality , thanks, love your work💖💖💖🥰

Ah of course!! Thank you!

I also haven’t posted in a while because of writers block (which I’m still kind of trying to get over) and some personal issues (health wise) I’ve been dealing with. But I’m back and will be trying to write as much as I can! My Inbox is alway open for requests!

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DUSK TILL DAWN

Weeks of preparation have finally lead up to tonight. One of the biggest nights of your high school career so far. If things go well tonight you would have more opportunities and even bigger nights to celebrate and compete in.

“Is everyone ready?” You turn to your team, checking everyone’s uniforms once more and doing a quick head count. You take a deep breath, your nerves climbing up your spine like a bug crawling on your skin. You feel a hand rest on your shoulder and you turn to face your older brother, Wooyoung, who also is on your team.

“Y/N-ah, you got this,” he smiles, “we all do.” He motions to the rest of the team which you look over everyone once more before meeting your brother’s eyes again. You give him a reassuring smile and rest your hand onto of his.

“Are you sure you can make the landing?” You ask him, “you’ve been practicing all week and your knee’s are almost bruised with how much you’ve been doing it.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Wooyoung playfully scolds, “I mastered it yesterday and did it two more times after that just to be sure.” You bite down on your lips and nod your head.

You turn to face the stage and watch as the team in front of you finish their routine and bow to the judges. Your team is called out and you are handed a microphone, and you and the rest of your team head out of the stage. You all bow and you introduce your team and the song you will be dancing to. The judges wish you good luck, and you hand the microphone off to a stage hand.

The song begins and you and your team move through the routine perfectly just as you have been practicing for seven weeks straight. The end of your dance is nearing and you are positioned in the back of your group watching everyone while dancing at the same time. You give a performance and make sure to never let anything falter. You watch your brother as he goes for his jump. He leaps into the air but you watch in horror as you notice that his feet are almost twisted.

He lands on his foot wrong and almost wails out but the lights cut as soon as he lands just as they are suppose too. You hurry over to your brother as the rest of the team does as well.

“Everyone stand!” You whisper at everyone. You pull your brother up and he puts his weight onto you, but the two of you pull it off as side hugging each other. He pushes a smile onto his face and the lights come back on as everyone finishes clapping and cheering. You all bow to the judges once more and you help Wooyoung walk off stage. The team surrounds the two of you and you let him throw almost all his weight on you and you practically drag him backstage.

“Someone get a chair!” You yell. One of the older members grabs the closest one to him and swings it around and you set him down.

“Wooyoung,” you whine. You lift up his foot and he cries out in pain. You set his foot on your thigh and pull up the baggy pants and pull down his sock. His ankle is is quickly turning purple and swelling by the second.

“Medic!” You call out and one quickly approaches us and quickly takes over and deals with Wooyoung’s ankle. You move over to his side and stand on your knees. You head resting on his shoulder, and his hand death gripping yours.

“I’m sorry,” Wooyoung huffs out then hissing in pain.

“Don’t be sorry,” you tell him, “we did great despite all of it. Now we just need this to heal.”

“No Y/N,” Wooyoung tells you, “I lied. I didn’t master the jump. Now I’ve ruined your chance for the other dance competition you wanted to do.”

“Wooyoung. I don’t care. You’re hurt. I don’t care about that competition,” you counter, slightly annoyed that you’re getting into an argument with your brother in front of your team and just getting into an argument in general. You two rarely argue and if you do it’s over something stupid.

“But that’s the competition with all the college scouters. You have to go. You want to dance,” Wooyoung tells you.

“Wooyoung. I. Do. Not. Care,” You tell him, trying to make it as clear as possible.

“Yunho!” Wooyoung calls to one of his friends. Yunho hurries from the back of the group to the other side of Wooyoung. “Take my spot in the next dance competition and compete with Y/N. She needs this competition to get into universities.”

“Wooyoung. Yunho. No. It’s honestly fine,” you try to stop the two of them.

“Y/N, I don’t mind. If you need a partner then I’ll be your partner,” Yunho tells you. You look up at him and ask him if he’s sure and he nods his head.

And that’s how it all started. This next competition was a pairs only and you had to do a modern style with a twist of contemporary.

“Do you have any song picked out yet?” Yunho asks tossing his bag onto the floor walking up to you. You nod your head and plug in your phone to the room speakers and play Dusk Till Dawn by Zayn & SIA.

“I already have ideas for the beginning of the dance,” you tell Yunho. You explain what you wanted to do and Yunho listened along and made minor suggestions which you took some but rejected others as the song played in the background on repeat. You both suggest you do a slow run through of what you have in mind. The song still plays in repeat but you start singing out the lyrics and humming to the song so Yunho could put the movement to the beat.

Your body’s move slowly but in sync with each other. Your movements mirror each other but you face forward, not each other. You two eventually turn to face each other right before the lyrics “cause I want to touch you baby.” During this part Yunho does most of the movement and when needed he picks you up to make you ‘move’ as part of the choreography. Your character comes to life when SIA begins to sing and the two of you move in sync as if you both are in love. Which is the story you want to tell- two people in love but only allowed to be together from dusk to dawn.

After three hours of practicing all your clothes are stuck to your skin, and sweat dripping down your face and arms. Your hair stuck to your forehead and neck.

“We’ll pick this up tomorrow. We can practice till we have this perfect before moving onto the next part,” you tell him. He nods his head and you two grab your things before heading out towards the parking lot.

“Wooyoung not here?” Yunho asks looking around the empty parking lot.

“My mom doesn’t want him driving with his bad ankle. I guess my mom forgot that I had practice today,” you answer looking around the lot, entrance, and exit towards the busy streets for your mother’s car.

“I can take you home if you need,” Yunho offers pulling out his car keys.

“Oh you don’t have to I can call my mom,” you hurriedly and explain to him.

“It’s really fine. Plus it gives me an excuse to go bug Wooyoung,” Yunho chuckles as he begins walking to his car, you hot on his tail. He drives the two of you to your house and you walk in, Yunho following in suit.

“He’s in his room. You know where that is,” you point up the stairs. Yunho thanks you and you both separate. You head into the kitchen where your mother sits at her computer typing away. You clear your throat to get her attention.

“Oh! Y/N? When did you get home?” You mother exclaims startled.

“Just now. Yunho brought me home and is seeing Wooyoung,” you explain

“That’s sweet of him to do,” you mother smiles before returning to whatever she seems to be doing so you clear your throat again.

“Yes?” Your mother asks her eyes never tearing away from the computer screen.

“You forgot to pick me up today. Wooyoung and I both told you,” you tell her.

“Oh I must of completely forgot-“

“Clearly,” you mutter.

“What was that?” you mother asks, her eyes still on her computer scream.

“I’m going to take a shower,” you tell her before leaving the room and heading upstairs. You head into the bathroom and shower off all the sweat and wash your hair and face before wrapping yourself in a towel. You open the door to the bathroom and almost run into someone.

“Yah! Wooyoung!” you snap, but when you look up you see a red faced Yunho staring right back at you. Your eyes widen and you immediately look away and hold your towel lighter.

“I swear I didn’t know you were in there. I hope this doesn’t look as bad as it does,” Yunho rambleson quickly.

“It’s fine. Whatever. I just need to get to my room,” You squeeze past the giant and hurry off into your room, closing the door and locking it behind you. Yunho watches, his face still a hot red. He enters into the bathroom and splashes his face with water, complete forgetting he even needed to use the toilet.

Your back leans against the door and you slide down and take a deep breath before exhaling. You push yourself off the floor and change into comfier clothing and brush out your wet hair and exiting the room like nothing happened. You head into your brothers room, Yunho know where in sight.

“Where’s Yunho?” You ask Wooyoung who sits on his bed, gaming head set on his head and controller in his hand.

“He just left. Said he had to be somewhere,” Wooyoung answers not looking back from the tv as his hand move the control sticks around and hit the buttons,” Damn!” Wooyoung grumbles, his character dying once again in the video game, “Y/N can you get me pass this level?” Wooyoung hands the remote over to you. You glad take it from him and sit next to him on the bed. You restart the game and you quickly begin punch buttons and moving the controls around and before you know it you’ve completed the level.

“How- What the- Y/N!” Wooyoung calls after you as you toss the remote back onto his lap.

“I’ve already played this game, bro. Catch up,” you laugh as you jump off his bed and leave his room.

Over the next three and a half weeks you and Yunho practice your dance, adding more and more to the dance till it was complete as well as perfecting it.

“This feels all wrong!” You stress as you stop in the middle of the choreography. Every since your encounter with Yunho things felt a little off but you push it aside and focus on the dance.

“Yunho we have four days. Everything seems so wrong. The emotions, the fluency, everything!” You yells. Your hands rake through your hair and pull at the roots.

“You’re over stressing yourself Y/N,” Yunho tells you calmly, “you need to relax. Everything seems perfectly fine.”

“Perfectly fine isn’t perfect Yunho!” You yell at him. Yunho’s eyes widen and he steps back. The two of you stare at each other for almost a minute. A minute which felt like an eternity. But you break down into tears.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey,” Yunho hurries over to you and hugs you, “don’t cry. You’re just extremely stressed. This is a big competition.”

“But what if no scouter wants to take me? What if all of our hard work doesn’t give us what we deserve,” you choke on your tears, small hiccups beginning. Yunho rubs your back and you calm down and compose yourself over the next couple minutes. When Yunho lets go of you he heads towards his bag and picks up not only his but yours.

“What are we doing? We still have an hour or practice left,” you ask him as you wipe away the last of your tears.

“We are taking a break for the day. Come on. I have an idea,” Yunho tells you holding out your bag. You contemplate whether you should go with him or continue to practice because it’s four days away. But this is all you have done for the past few weeks… maybe you need a breather. It almost feels just like the movies, where everything in the end works out, sometimes it doesn’t. That’s what’s holding you down. You should practice, you know you should.

“Don’t tell me we need to practice. We can take one hour off today,” Yunho tells you, reading your mind. You pull your lips to a thin line before grabbing your bag, your phone from the speakers, and following him out of the dance room and towards the parking lot. You climb into Yunho’s car and he starts the engine and pulls out of the parking space, heading towards and all familiar place you know. The Arcade.

“Wooyoung never stops telling us about how much you love video games and how good you are at them,” Yunho tells you as he pulls into a parking spot. He steps out the car to let you change into comfier, clean clothing. He waits for you to step out of the car for him to go back in to change as well. You wait for the tall boy and when he steps out again the two of you head inside the large building.

“Play any game you want; it’s on me,” Yunho tells you.

“But I’ll feel bad for spending your money like that,” you tell him.

“Fine. How about we have a competition. Who ever loses the most games buys dinner and dessert,” Yunho proposes. You smirk at the tall boy before shaking his hand in a deal agreement, and you two race off to the first game you guys agree to play.

You two play for hours straight, sharing laughs and telling stories. You would point to just about every single game and tell Yunho how you beat Wooyoung or something stupid he did causing you to win. You also told him how even as a child you could always beat him at any game he introduced to you.

“He must suck at playing games,” Yunho laughs as you point to one of the easiest games in the arcade.

“He’s really good, he just gets cocky and hot headed,” you laugh along with him.

“We have one more game to play. This game will be worth 5 points,” Yunho tells you. Currently the score is 13-9, with you in the lead of course. Yunho leads you over to the dance machine and you almost laugh in embarrassment.

“You want our last game to be a dancing game?” You ask him.

“We both love to dance. This will be able to tell who is the better dancer,” Yunho clarifies proudly as if he is a genius who came up with the most brilliant explanation.

“Are you trying to say you’re a better dancer than me?” You cock your eyebrow at the boy. Yunho just smirks right back before putting in the tokens, hitting the random button, and placing both players on hard.

“Ready to lose?” Yunho asks.

“In your dreams,” you laugh at him. The song begins and the two of you are off, hitting every dance move perfectly. You both are laughing and enjoying your time causing everyone around you to notice the fierce competition and a small crowd begins. Towards the end of the song you take the leading score and finish strongly and with another set of 5 points, declaring you the winner of the arcade games.

“You won,” Yunho admits while catching his breath, “fair and square. Looks like I’m buying dinner and dessert.” The two of you leave and Yunho drives to the nearest diner and you two take a booth in the back.

“Today was really fun,” you tell Yunho after the two of you order, “I really needed that. Thank you Yunho.”

“Anytime. Really. I’m glad you had fun,” he smiles, “I did too. Took my mind off a bunch of things.”

“Is that why you’ve been out of it lately?” You ask him, “you haven’t seemed like yourself in a few weeks.”

“Just a lot on my mind. Most importantly I don’t want to let you down for this competition,” Yunho answers. You open your mouth to respond to him but your waitress comes over to your table with the two milkshakes you both ordered. You two thank her and when she walks away you clap excitedly before taking a sip of the oreo shake.

“You excited there?” Yunho laughs, teasing you.

“Yes I am. Thank you very much,” you admit with pride before taking another sip. Yunho quietly laughs before taking a sip of his own shake. All of the awkward tension that had been present the past few weeks disappear. After Yunho saw you in just a towel he felt like he had invaded your privacy and didn’t want you to think he was some creep. So he kept his distance despite also having to dance with you. Especially dance close to you.

The rest of dinner went by normally. You and Yunho continued to talk about all the different games you play and even made a plan to game together once the competition was over just to see how good you really are. You both also share stories of pulling pranks on your brothers and how much trouble you would get into.

You couldn’t help but notice that Yunho has such a contagious laugh and smile and the way his eyes light up telling a fond memory had you feeling some type of way. It wasn’t butterflies nor was it a bad feeling. It’s like the feeling when you finally mastered something you’ve been working at or when you finally finished something that has taken you so long to complete. It’s like a euphoric happiness. You would almost describe him as a happy virus that just radiates off his energy to everyone.

After dinner Yunho drives you back to your house and he walks you up to the door and you both face each other for a couple seconds, neither one of you two saying anything.

“I- uh- I had a great time today,” you start, awkwardly stuttering, “thank you again Yunho.”

“Yeah. Anytime. Really,” Yunho smiles looking down at the ground and back up at you. You mumble a goodnight with a goofy smile still plastered against your lips.

“Wait,” Yunho tells you, grabbing your free hand as the other rests on the doorknob. You turn around to face the tall boy once more.

“I-,” Yunho starts, “I need to tell you something.” You turn completely towards him, letting go of the door handle completely. You give him your full attention, but he is at loss for words as he stares into your eyes.

“I-“

“Hey, hey, hey!” Wooyoung calls as he opens the door, “what are you doing! Get your hands off my sister.” Wooyoung shoo’s Yunho away from you. You completely oblivious you were still holding Yunho’s hand.

“Wooyoung!” You whine, punching him in the shoulder, “I’m sorry Yunho. What were you going to say?”

“It’s nothing,” Yunho smiles, “it can wait. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You smile back and nod in response and you watch him head to his car and leave. After he’s out of sight you turn to your brother again and hit him once more.

“Hey! What was that for!” Wooyoung yelps.

“You ruined a possibly good moment for me!” You grumble walking into the house leaving your older brother at the door. He closes the door and hobbles on his good foot after you.

“He doesn’t need to be holding your hand!” Wooyoung calls out after you.

“What if I want him to!” You turn around to face Wooyoung and he almost stumbles into you.

“You’re not allowed to date,” Wooyoung scolds, “you don’t need distractions, let alone a boy. You know we’re stupid right?”

“You’re stupid. Yunho isn’t,” you mumble the last part.

“You cannot have a crush on him,” Wooyoung tells you.

“What are you gonna do about it,” you challenge him. Wooyoung pulls his lips to a thin line and huffs, knowing he can’t control your life. But all he wants to do is look out for you. Although Yunho is his friend he doesn’t want any chance of a stupid high school boy to break your heart.

You stare him down just a little longer before pushing past him and heading to your room. You jump onto your bed and stare at the ceiling thinking about Yunho and the events of your day together. From dancing, to starting to actually feel overstressed, to having a slight breakdown, to playing arcade games, to having dinner together. It felt almost like a date, but you two are just friends. But you can’t help wonder what Yunho was going to say to you before Wooyoung decided to be the annoying overprotective brother.

The four days pass in a blur and now you’re standing back stage in front of a mirror lined with lights, getting your make-up done for the performance. Wooyoung had came back stage to wish you good luck and that there were plenty of scouters in the crowd awaiting for the performances.

Your heart is racing beyond belief but you control yourself with your breathing, taking it slow and easy to maintain composure.

Yunho comes out of the dressing room in his uniform just as your make-up finishes and the last of your hair is pinned up to keep out of your face. You stand up and pat down your simple grey dress.

“You look stunning,” Yunho smiles walking up to you grabbing your hand and making you twirl.

“Not so bad yourself Mr. Jeong,” you respond to him, patting his chest with your free hand.

“You are wearing short underneath the dress, yes?” Yunho asks, double-checking.

“Yes mom,” you answer him jokingly before breaking into a little smile, him following in suit. You grab his hand and pull him to the side of the stage to watch the other performers.

In no time it’s your turn to head onto the stage. Yunho follows you and the lights dim down and the two of you stand in your beginning positions, awaiting for the song to start. Yunho sneaks one last smile towards you before the music begins and the two of you begin your routine.

Something about this performance feels different than all of the times practicing or running through the entire choreography. You feel as if the story is true between you two. The passion almost feels so real and it’s like you connect to the story itself. The way you two carry your performance and the way you two dance together and the passion you each share shows in such bright vivid colors.

When the song ends, Yunho sets you down as you two finish with an extremely close dance position. You two smile and bow to the judges and crowd as they cheer and scream. Yunho pulls you off the stage and other performers clap for you and tell you how amazing the dance performance was. Now all you have to do is await for the winners of the competition.

“Would you be upset if we don’t win?” Yunho asks you as the judges tally up all their votes and the contestants wait back stage.

“Everyone’s performances were amazing,” you start, “not saying ours wasn’t because it was absolutely amazing. But if the judges think that other dances did better then all I have to do is respect their decision.”

“How very wise of you,” Yunho responds before leaning close to your ear to whisper, “I know you want to win, I’m not dumb.” You bit your lips holding in your laughter as Yunho could see right through your little speech.

“All contestants on stage!” One of the stage hands calls out to the performers. You all make your way to the stage, and the judges tell each pair of their strengths and parts of the dances that really stood out.

“Ms. Jung and Mr. Jeong,” the female judge reads, “your performance was absolutely one of my favorite ones I have seen in such a long time since I’ve been judging this annual competition. The passion you two carry for each other really brought the story to life. The movement conveyed such a strong feeling and created a bond between the two of you. It seems like no one could break what you two have. It was truly beautiful.” You both thank her with big grins on your faces.

After the judges finished the remaining performers evaluations the special guest judge stood up to read off the winner of the competition. You grab Yunho’s hand and hold it tight as you wait with anticipation for the winners to be read off.

“And the winner of this years competition is… Ms. Jung and Mr. Jeong Dusk Till Dawn!” The judge speaks into the microphone. The crowd cheers loudly and your mouth gapes open and your other hand covers it. Tears of happiness well in your eyes and you turn to hug Yunho. You could hear him chanting ‘we did it’ over and over again. The sounds of confetti canons fire, startling you both and the judges walk on stage and present you with your trophy and two necklaces of flowers.

The crowd cheers and Yunho and you turn out to see everyone and you guys bow and wave at everyone. Yunho grabs your hand and pulls you to face him.

“Y/N what I wanted to say the other night is that I like you. I always have but I was afraid to say anything with Wooyoung been your brother and my friend. But after this competition with you there’s no way I can hide these feelings when they’ve grown so strong,” Yunho rants. You bite down on your lips, but break into the biggest smile.

“Yunho, I like you too,” you tell him causing him to smile as well.

“Good,” Yunho grins, placing both his hands on your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours in a soft sweet kiss.

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My Blood, Your Tears 01 (M)

summary; Two rival factions vie for control over the city and the government: the Min family and the Kim family. Generations of feuds fuel the struggle for power. In the new generation, Kim Namjoon continues his father’s battle, unaware of the Min family’s secret weapon.

genre; mafia au, series, angst, smut

pairing; mafia leader!namjoon x mafia member!reader

contains; mafiaLeader!Namjoon, sex trafficking references, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, oral, references to violence

Namjoon breathes heavily as he thrusts into his fuck-of-the-night one last time, and from his mouth escapes a long, sated groan. He collapses beside her, the only sound in the room being the faint buzz of a TV channel long since forgotten. The bed shifts next to him, and from his peripheral vision he can see her watching him intently.

The girl―fuck, what was her name?―won’t stop looking at him, and Namjoon rolls over with a sigh.

“Can I help you?” he asks a bit gruffly.

The girl looks a bit taken aback, and if Namjoon weren’t such a sadist then maybe he’d feel bad. “I just―” she starts, pausing shyly to tuck her hair behind her ear, “was wondering if, um, maybe we could do this again.”

Namjoon huffs and sits up, looking around the room for his scattered clothes. “We probably won’t,” he replies simply as he slips on his pants.

“I―oh, okay. I’m sorry. Was it, um, not good for you?” Her face is flushed a furious red as she pulls the sheets tighter around her body.

Namjoon pulls his shirt over head head. “Nah, it was good. You have a tight pussy.” Her face turns redder, if possible. “I’m just not a relationship type guy, you know? I’m super busy. I don’t have time.”

“That’s...yeah. I understand.”

Once Namjoon is dressed, he finds Jieun―yeah, that’s her name―her clothes and lays them neatly on the bed for her. She murmurs some form of appreciation, but Namjoon is really too disinterested to care. Jieun turns around bashfully, hiding her body from Namjoon as if he weren’t fucking her senseless just ten minutes earlier, and begins dressing, leaving Namjoon the perfect opportunity to stick his hand in her purse.

He rifles through it carefully and quietly, one eye on the alert in the event that she turns around. His fingers touch a phone, wallet, what feels like chapstick, and, ew, is that gum? But at the bottom of the purse he finds what he’s looking for: keys. The keyring has five keys on it, and Namjoon has approximately thirty seconds to determine which one he needs. He takes a deep breath and glances towards Jieun before setting to work.

Now, obviously it’s not the car key, so that’s one down. The house key is decorated with artsy butterflies, and he quickly discards it. Now he has three keys and twenty seconds. His fingers trace the ridges of the keys as he scrutinizes them. It can’t be this one―the bow is too big; it must be another house key. The next one has a different bow, but it’s the same size as the previous one. If his assumptions are correct―and they usually are―the key he needs is the last one. Slightly smaller, slightly plainer, but far more important. He slips the key off the keyring and into his pocket. The rest of the keys fall with a slight jangle back into the purse, but Jieun is too occupied with her own embarrassment to really notice.

“Do you need a ride home?” Namjoon asks. Yes, he might be fucked up in a lot of ways, but he was still a gentleman.

“No, thanks,” she replies immediately. “I’m just going to call a friend.”

Namjoon shrugs. He offered. “Whatever suits you. Thanks for a wonderful evening.”

As soon as he’s out of the room, Namjoon’s phone is at his ear, dialing a tone while he walks briskly. He taps his pocket twice to make sure the key is still there.

“Hello?”

“It’s me. I got it.”

“I’m across the street, two buildings down. Area is clear.”

“You sure?”

The man on the other end scoffs. “It’s me, of course I’m sure!”

“Okay but―”

“That was one time! Just hurry your ass over here or the Min cronies will show up like they always do!

“Yeah yeah, I’m outside. I see you.”

Namjoon hangs up the phone, and his senses are hyperalert of his surroundings as he takes a step forward. A shadow in the corner of his eye, and Namjoon is already shouting for backup from across the street.

Someone lunges at Namjoon, but he is too fast, and he dodges swiftly. He curses himself for not having any weapons on him, but then again, it’s really hard to seduce a woman when you’re strapped. He’s not too worried though, because his men are beside him in an instant. The commotion stops when his attackers realize he’s not alone.

Namjoon scoffs and fixes his jacket and his hair, looking at the men in front of him with disdain. “Did you really think I’d come here alone?” he scoffs.

“Give us the key,” one of the men growl.

“Not a fucking chance,” sing-songs Hoseok from beside Namjoon, causing Namjoon to laugh lightly at his friend.

“Look, you give us the key, or this pavement is gonna be painted with Kim blood.”

“That was...oddly poetic. But should I really be scared? I mean, Yoongi didn’t even bother sending anyone important,” Namjoon laughs, and he sees the enemy men falter. “Oh? You’re not even hiding anyone up your sleeve? Now that is really unlike Yoongi.”

“Just give us the key.”

“No.”

Hoseok giggles. “Oh, man! Yoongi is going to put a bullet through all of you! Can’t believe he assigned such a task to such a weak group.”

One of the men step forward and places a hand on Hoseok’s shoulder. “If you really wanna play this game…” he growls.

“Your mistake,” Hoseok says with a nonchalant shrug. The man isn’t prepared for what happens next. Hoseok doesn’t move―doesn’t really need to when Jimin is moving at lightning speeds. He appears as if from nowhere, his hands grabbing tightly at the man’s shoulder and wrist. He pushes forward, and with a swift and powerful maneuver, there’s an audible crack as Jimin takes advantage of the odd angle of the arm, and the man falls to the ground in a painful, broken whimper. “Sorry about that,” Hoseok says, handing the fallen man a handkerchief from his breast pocket. “My friend here can get terribly protective of us, and he’s not nice when he’s pissed off.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and huffed, stuffing his hands back in his pockets. “Only I’m allowed to touch you,” he mutters.

“Aw, baby,” Hoseok coos, cupping Jimin’s face. Some of Namjoon’s men chuckle, unfazed by the couple’s antics. They’ve done worse in worse situations. (“Jimin, you can’t just suck your boyfriend’s dick while someone is trying to break my neck!”)

“Yah, lovebirds! Are you done? I need my driver,” Namjoon says, gesturing towards Hoseok.

“Ugh, fine,” Jimin whines. “But you owe me.”

“Owe you for what?” he asks as he leads his men away, ignoring the wails of the man with the broken arm. Shouldn’t sign up for this job if you can’t handle it, Namjoon thinks with a shake of his head. “Not letting you engage in public sex in front of a fancy hotel and our rivals? Man, you owe me.”

The defeated men watch as the Kim members file into their cars and drive away. One of them even had the audacity to flick them off through the open window, and a Min member can’t help but spit in the cars’ direction. “Fucking assholes,” one of them hisses through grit teeth.

“Fuck, fuck,” whimpers the one on the ground, still clutching his arm.

“Yo, Yeosang, you alright?”

“No, no. You have to kill me. Kiyoung you have to kill me.”

“W-What?” Kiyoung stammers as he lifts Yeosang from the ground. “The fuck, why would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t, Yoongi will. Er―Boss.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Yeosang,” another of the men says, “It’s him. Boss. He’s not gonna hurt us. He needs us.”

“How can he need us if we can’t even get a stupid key for him?” asks Yeosang, yelping when Kiyoung moves him too harshly.

“Don’t talk like that. C’mon. Get you to Taehyung. He’ll patch you up.”

The car ride back to headquarters is mostly silent with the exception of Yeosang’s soft crying. Any other day, someone might tell him to shut up, but there is an overwhelming sense of dread as they get closer to their destination. No one wants to be the one to tell Yoongi that their mission was a failure.

If they thought the drive was bad, the walk in is even worse. It feels like everyone’s eyes are on them as they approach Yoongi’s door. A gentle knock and a gruff “Come in,” and they disappear, leaving the rest of the members to whisper about the conversation that’s taking place.

Kiyoung has only been in this room once before, and he’s no less nervous upon entering. It’s not a terribly large room―a simple, lowlit study with a bookshelf and a desk, but the man in front of him is what has him on edge. Yoongi stares at them from his great, mahogany desk. He’s wearing a pressed suit and a single gold chain, and though his hair is slightly ruffled from pulling on it too much, he’s the epitome of intimidating. Two men stand menacingly beside him, and Yeosang wants to shrivel up and die under their gazes.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “Well?”

Kiyoung takes a step forward and, gesturing to Yeosang, says, “Uh, Boss, could I take Yeosang to the infirmary? One of the Kims―Jimin―broke his arm.”

Yoongi’s eyes rake over the two of them skeptically before nodding and dismissing them with a wave of his hand. “Fine,” he replies, “But I need to hear a report. Are one of you going to give me one? Jong?”

Kiyoung gives Jong a sympathetic look before slipping out of the room with Yeosang in tow. Jong moves toward Yoongi and lowers his head. “I apologize, Boss, but our mission was unsuccessful.”

One of the men beside Yoongi scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I told you, man. Don’t send rookies to do important business.”

“Shut up, Jin,” Yoongi says, earning an annoyed huff from his friend. “I wanted to test them out.”

“Well, tell me, how did that work out?”

“Do you want me to kick your ass?”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Yoongi stands, and for a second Jong thinks that he’s going to punch Jin, but instead, he rounds the table to stand before Jong. Instinctively, Jong lowers himself on one knee, displaying his submission. “All you had to do was get a key. It’s a small thing. You know what keys are, right?” Jong doesn’t answer, unsure if the question is rhetorical or not. “Right?”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Okay, so then, what happened?”

“Uh, our scouts were wrong, Boss. Whoever said it was a Kim seducing Jieun forgot to mention that this particular Kim was Kim Namjoon.”

Yoongi balls his fists, and Jong flinches.

“Jungkook,” Yoongi snaps, turning towards the men behind him, “who the fuck reported that? Who could possibly mess that up?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Fuck if I know. Was probably a newbie scout.”

“And tell me again why we sent a rookie?”

“Intercepted information. Sent someone to investigate the details. Looks like we picked the wrong person.”

“Did he not recognize Namjoon’s face?” Yoongi asks, venom lacing his voice. “How do you not recognize a motherfucker with that ugly a face?”

Both Jungkook and Jin laugh. “Want me to call them in?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes,” he says before turning to Jong. “You’re dismissed.”

Jong heaves a sigh of relief and exists the study, leaving a miffed Yoongi behind. The man taps his fingers impatiently, waiting as Jungkook calls all the novice scouts into his study. There are only a few, so it shouldn’t be too hard to figure out which idiot’s neck Yoongi is going to wring. Jungkook lines them up to face the Min leader and starts naming them off. “Minjoon, Dohyun, Chungho, Daeho, and Iljung.”

Yoongi scrutinizes their faces. He’s not a particularly forgetful man, and he always has new members run by him, but for some reason he can’t seem to place Daeho. That in itself is the tip-off. “Dismissed,” he commands. “Daeho. Stay.”

The man kneels before Yoongi, as all men do, giving Yoongi easy access to grab his hair and yank him forward. Daeho catches himself on his hands and looks up. “Boss…”

“Don’t ‘Boss’ me,” he growls, grabbing Daeho by the hair once again. He pulls him, twisting him to the side to expose his neck. Long fingers pull at the turtle neck, revealing skin with a small moon on it, just as Yoongi had suspected. “Filth.”

He tosses Daeho back on the ground, even more angered that the kid doesn’t really seem to give a fuck. Literally fuck Namjoon.

“Want me to send his head back to Namjoon?” Jungkook asks, taking a step forward. The menacing look in his eyes says that he’ll do it, and it’ll hurt.

Yoongi shakes his head. “I’d rather do it myself. I’m tired of his fucking games.”

“Do it,” Daeho says with a shrug and an infuriating laugh. “Got nothing to live for anyways. Really think he would’ve sent me out here otherwise?”

“Oh, is that what you want? Then that’d be too easy.” Yoongi ponders for a minute, then looks at Jin. “What do you think we could use him for?”

Jin shrugs his shoulders and holds up his hand, counting off a number of things. “Test different torture methods on him, could test new weapons on him, we could whore him out…”

Yoongi’s ears perk up. “Whore him out?” Daeho looks at the ground and looks away. “Oh, you don’t like that do you? Oh even better! Why don’t we give him to one of our clients? Make him a...personal assistant instead, you know?”

Jin taps his chin thoughtfully. “Yes. I’ll get his measurements, see what he can and can’t do, and we’ll find a buyer.”

Yoongi nods approvingly. “I like it. Get to it.”

Daeho is dragged, rather roughly, out of the room by Jin, and just barely Yoongi can hear him say, “I hope you’re a sub, or else this really won’t be fun for you,” and Yoongi can’t help but laugh.

“Jungkook?”

“Yes, Boss?”

“Go check up on Yeosang. Report his status. I’m gonna have to move someone into his unit.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Oh, and Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“Call my sister in.”

Jungkook isn’t a nervous person. He’s got a reputation to uphold, and it’s one that precedes him. His past is dark, and it’s easy to tell with a glance. He radiates dominance; members of their mafia stepped aside in his presence, for nothing is worse than the commanding stare or the lethal hand of Jeon Jungkook.

But around you, Jungkook is nervous.

He reminds himself that you’re one of his best friends (or perhaps only friends), but that doesn’t make you any less intimidating. He has to steel himself as he approaches you while you sit, unassuming, busying away on your desk, scribbling furiously in your notebook and stopping ever so often to yell something at Taehyung, then proceeding to type away at your computer. This was probably the most vulnerable state he’d ever seen you in―which in itself was terrifying, because what kind of a person could be so collected that their vulnerable state was writing in an overused notebook?

You feel a presence, and you notice the reflection in your laptop, causing you to react immediately. Your laptop slams shut as you shout, “Taehyung!” and Jungkook jumps because he didn’t expect you to be so perceptive. Then again, it was you and he shouldn’t have expected anything less.

Taehyung barrels into the room, smiling when his eyes land on Jungkook. “Oh, hey man,” he greets. “What brings you down to our side of town?”

The room is mostly white, decorated with a few paintings here and there, but it’s mostly occupied by monitors and operating tables and contraptions used for hell knows what. Sure, he could kill a man in the dark with his hands tied behind his back, but Jungkook was definitely not in his element. And of course, you knew that.

“I’m here for a status report on Yeosang. Yoongi’s gotta know where he can move him for the time being,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” replies Taehyung. He turns to you. “Y/N, can you print out a report for Kook? Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say with a wave of your hand. You take the freshly printed paper and hand it to Jungkook, flashing him a smile. It’s the first time he sees your face since arriving six minutes ago, and he forgot how nervous it made him. Your warm, “I-promise-I-don’t-bite!” smile which starkly contrasted with your eyes that just screamed, “I know all of your secrets,” and honestly? He’s sure you know every single one. “Anything else you need?”

“Yeah,” he mutters, “Yoongi needs you.”

You nod and smile, standing up and brushing your lab coat as you hang it up. “Lead the way.”

Jungkook exits the infirmary, and though he would’ve been comfortable with you tailing him, you stride right beside him, and his adrenaline spikes. Eyes are on you as the two of you walk back towards Yoongi’s study. There’s always been an aura of mystery around you, and it’s terrifying. Terrifying because, yes, everyone here has their own dark secrets, but terrifying because you know everyone’s, and they don’t know yours. They know that you’re the only one that can scare the higher ups. The only one that makes their fearless leader tremble. The only one they send when they really need something done.

There are plenty of rumors about your story. Plenty of rumors about who you are and where you came from. Your relationship to Yoongi is something that only Yoongi and his most trusted men know. Your existence is something that only Yoongi and his most trusted men know. That’s not to say the other men don’t recognize you. They do. They see you around. See you appear after being gone for months. See how you leave from an interrogation room with an air of superiority while your victim is stricken. But who are you?

Once the door closes behind you, Jungkook lets out a small breath and relief, and although he thinks he’s in the clear, you’re quick to pick up the change in his demeanor. A knowing smile in his way has him wanting to shrivel under your gaze.

Jin feels the same as Jungkook, and he sure as hell is glad that Yoongi didn’t ask him to bring you up. He doesn’t like the way you can read him so easily. It takes him years to open up to people, and even then it’s always surface things. But within the first five minutes of meeting you, he had the overwhelming urge to spill his entire life story, and he did, and to this day he still doesn’t know why.

“Damn, you walk slow,” Yoongi says to you as a small grin creeps on his face.

“I just got used to matching your pace, I guess.” You roll your eyes and take a seat, relaxing into the chair behind you even as the rest of them stand.

That in itself sets both Jin and Jungkook on edge, and they share looks of agreement. What kind of a madwoman is just so nonchalantly comfortable with men like Jin, Jungkook, and Yoongi, and moreover, what made you so bold that you could sit before them as if you retained the power? Sometimes Jin wondered if Yoongi really was the head of this whole operation.

“Got an assignment for you,” Yoongi says, handing you a file.

Your eyes light up. “An assignment? It’s been awhile! Target?”

“Kim Namjoon.”

You hesitate, then look up at your brother with a raised eyebrow. “Kim Namjoon? As in, leader of the Kims?”

“The very same.”

“You wanna elaborate or are you gonna draw it out for me?” you ask with a little bit of sass. Yoongi clicks his tongue at you.

“He has a key. We need you to get it from him.”

“Reason being?”

“A storage unit. Stole it from the daughter of a politician. Kinda high up. Got some pricey stuff in the unit, but there’s also information. Good information to have, you know?”

“We know how?”

“Intercepted information from the cyber unit,” Yoongi replies. “They know the location of the unit and the key. All we got was the key, but we have no idea where the unit is.”

You lean back, your mind running through every scenario and calculating every outcome. “Interesting. Whoever gets that information wins legitimacy and influence in government affairs, then?”

“That’s the plan.”

“Tell me, what do you know about Kim Namjoon?” Yoongi pauses, as if expecting you to have that information, not realizing that the question isn’t directed at him. “Jin?”

“Wait, what?” Yoongi asks, surprised, turning around to face his right-hand. Jin’s face flushes scarlet and he looks down at the ground. Jungkook looks equally as surprised.

“Don’t be modest, Jin. It had to come out sometime. And stop looking so angry, Yoongi, it’s not like Jin’s a mole or anything. Geez.”

“Well you can never be too careful…”

“Anway,” you say, “Jin used to know Namjoon. Back before he became what he is. Give me what you got.”

“I, uh, there’s not much to tell―”

“Bullshit, there’s always something to tell. Favorite color?”

“Black.”

You snort. “Of course.”

“Favorite drink?”

“Uh, dramble, I think.”

“With gin or whiskey?”

“Whiskey.”

“Hmm.”

You lean back in your chair, ever so thoughtful, and the three men in front of you shift on your feet nervously. It’s such basic information. What were you supposed to do with it?

“The Kims own six major clubs. But a man like Namjoon is quiet, thoughtful. Takes his time. Appreciates the finer things in life. Does he frequent Richie’s Bar?”

You look at Jungkook expectantly.

“What―yeah―how did you know that? He doesn’t really go there in mass numbers. Just takes a few bodyguards. We’ve surveilled him there often enough.”

“After such a success tonight, he’s probably going to look to reward himself tomorrow, right?” you say, looking up at your brother. Realization dawns on him when he meets your eyes.

“Richie’s Bar, little black dress, with a whiskey dramble in hand, huh?”

You laugh sweetly. Jungkook might feel sick. “Did you expect anything less?”

“Your sister is fucking crazy,” Jin says as he watches you walk into the bar. Yoongi hums in agreement from his seat, assessing the scene while Jungkook’s eyes dart over the monitors.

“I feel like psychotic is more accurate,” Jungkook chimes in, fiddling with a few wires.

“Don’t talk about my best friend like that!” Taehyung shouts from the back of the van. “You’re all just a bunch of wimps!”

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re a crazy motherfucker too!” Yoongi shouts back, earning laughter all around.

“Okay, got it!” Jungkook exclaims. “God, we really need new equipment, Yoongs.”

“Please don’t bring that back,” Yoongi says with a groan.

Jungkook doesn’t listen though because he’s radioing in to you. “Yo, can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear, Jeon.”

“CAN YOU HEAR ME?” asks another voice over the radio, causing everyone in the van to groan in pain.

“Geez, Tae!” you exclaim. “Try not to blow my eardrums out, please!”

“Sorry,” he murmurs sheepishly, though the smile on his face shows that he’s really not sorry at all.

“Alright little Min, how we looking?”

You scrunch up your nose at the name. “Are we doing that again? I’ll start calling you Yoongsicle again.”

“YOONGSICLE―” Jin barks over the radio, unable to contain his laughter.

“I will murder your entire family.”

“Nice try, bitch, you’re my entire family!”

“Oof, thanks for the sentiment, Kim.”

“Ah, Y/N,” Jin coos. “You know you’re like the sociopathic little sister I never had.”

“That explain why you’re so terrified of me?” you counter, and you’re only met with soft sniggers.

“Get back to work,” he mutters and you can’t help but laugh.

“Oh, shit,” you say when you see a certain handsome man enter the bar. “Everyone shut up.”

Everyone notices Namjoon’s presence when he enters, but no one dares draw attention to it. Instead the lights are dimmed, and smooth neo soul beats can be heard from the club’s speakers. Namjoon’s men file in behind him, a few of the sleazier ones immediately attaching themselves to whoever they can find on the dancefloor. Namjoon himself walks leisurely, taking his time to examine anyone and everyone before taking a seat at the bar. He doesn’t order a drink, instead turning around a relaxing against the counter. A few men come up to whisper a couple of words to him, but before long he’s dismissing them, eager to have his quiet time. You take it as your cue to finally make your way over. “Going in,” you whisper.

You don’t need anyone to tell you that you look good. You know you do. The dress is simple, accenting your curves and fitting in perfectly with the club atmosphere. It’s classy, and it’s elegant, with just the right amount of scandalous. You sit a calculated three seats away from Namjoon. A choice that said you came here alone, but that you weren’t waiting for anybody, and while you didn’t know Namjoon, you were open to getting to know him.

Namjoon sees a new face, and his first instinct is to assess and analyze. This, he does, because he’s absolutely and entirely sure he’s never seen you around before. He would’ve remembered that skin. That dress. That body. That small scar. And the way your lips move when they say, “Dramble, please. Oh, but with whiskey, not gin.”

Now, Namjoon is definitely intrigued.

You see him moving towards you in your peripheral vision, and as he takes a seat next to you, the bartender hands you your drink. “Put that on my tab,” Namjoon says as he finally makes eye contact with you, “And I’ll have the same.”

A flicker of emotion crosses Namjoon’s face when he gazes upon you. He curses himself for it because he already knows that you noticed it. He knows because he knows that look. Cynical. Calculating. Alert. He’d just never seen it so precisely etched into someone else. For a second he thinks he should have someone inspect you, but then he remembers that you were inspected before entry, and that new faces appeared at his clubs all the time. You had to be a little bit alert if you were knowingly walking into Kim territory.

You take a slow sip from your drink as the bartender places Namjoon’s in front of him, and he lifts it up to do the same. Neither of you say a word, as if daring the other to speak first. The tension is thick, and the bartender senses it, backing away as if intruding on a lovers’ moment.

“Y/N?” Jin’s voice whispers to you, but you ignore it. “Aren’t you going to say something?”

You don’t, of course, because then the power would lie with Namjoon, for he’d know that you were looking for something from him, and you can’t concede so early in the game. Namjoon ponders over the same thoughts as you, but for him, it’s about pride rather than power. He’s not going to―he won’t―submit to this woman that he doesn’t even know the name of.

And yet, he finds himself doing just that.

“First time here?” he asks.

You smile. The game has begun. Your move.

“How’d you know?”

“I come here a lot,” he replies, pausing to sip the alcohol, “and I’m certain I would’ve remembered you.”

“Oh? What makes me so special?”

You don’t pin him for a greasy comment type guy, but from the way his men are acting in the background, you wouldn’t put it past him. But then he says, “Interesting drink taste.”

You laugh, and he finds himself very attracted to that sound. He wouldn’t mind hearing that more often. He briefly wonders what it sounds like when you moan.

“Is it so interesting if you have the same thing?”

“Well, if I consider myself interesting, and I do, then absolutely.”

You laugh again, showing your teeth as a light blush dusts your cheeks. You notice the way Namjoon’s eyes flicker over your features, taking in all of those details.

“Doing great, little Min.”

“This is nice,” you say, and though to Namjoon it sounds like a simple compliment, Yoongi knows that you hear him and you’re doing fine.

“What is?”

You shrug. “The atmosphere. The music. The drinks.” You pause, gesturing to the handsome man in front of you. “The company.”

“You know, I feel like the company would be better in an area where I could hear you better,” he says with raised eyebrows, nodding his head towards the VIP lounge.

“I think I’d like that, but tell me, will we have any other company?”

“We hear you. Jungkook’s tapping into the lounge’s cameras. Don’t worry.”

“It’ll be just us,” Namjoon replies, holding out his hand.

“Well then,” you say, hopping up from your seat and taking his hand, “that’ll be nice.”

“We’ve got eyes on you.”

Namjoon leads you into the lounge and away from the grimier of his clan. The VIP lounge is softer, more jazz type music playing. Men talk in urgent, hushed voices that pause when they see Namjoon walk in. With an exchange of nods and a quick glance at you, they resume their conversations and continue dealing their cards. A few rounds of laughter are heard every so often as someone loses a bet, but Namjoon pays them no mind as he leads you to a back corner. Namjoon flicks his finger twice, and any surrounding booths are suddenly empty. He slides into the booth, leaning against a wall as you slide in next to him, his arm draped around your shoulder.

“Mm, gross,” Taehyung says through the earpiece.

“So what made you come here today?” he asks as two drinks are placed before you. The arm around your shoulder moves to pick up a drink and hand one to you.

You sip it thoughtfully before replying, “Wanted a change in pace. I don’t get out much.”

“Must be why I never see you around. Tell me, what do you do?”

“Oh, I work in a clinic,” you answer simply. “Help patch people up when they get hurt, you know?”

“How sweet.”

“And you?”

Namjoon laughs because, to him, you’re a cute little nurse who has no idea what she’s getting herself into. “Ah, nothing interesting. Just a regular businessman.”

“Business? What company do you work for?”

“Oh it’s small. Kim Incorporations.”

You feign surprise, even going so far as to choke on your drink (although you might contribute that to the much too large ice cube that tried to slither its way down your throat). “And you really consider Kim Incorporations to be small?”

Namjoon shrugs. “It’s no big deal, really.”

“Well, geez, if your job is no big deal then I really don’t know what I’m doing,” you laugh, and Namjoon pauses. There it is. What a cute sound.

“You know,” says Namjoon, and you’re shocked to see that he almost looks...embarrassed, “I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

“Ah,” you chuckle, “How rude of me. I’m Y/N. And you are?”

“Namjoon,” he replies, holding out his hand.

“Well, Namjoon, it’s good to meet you.”

“And you.”

“So, Y/N…” Wow, your name sounds delicious off his tongue. “You’re a nurse? How’d that happen?”

His hand rests on the table, and as you speak, you trace patterns across the back of his hand. You never break eye contact, so it seems subconscious, but the way his breathing pattern changes is all too noticeable to you. “I’ve always wanted to help people. Ever since I was little. So really, it only made sense.”

“Ah,” Namjoon says with a nod, his eyes briefly darting to where your fingers touch his skin, “Wish I could say the same. Kinda followed in my parents’ footsteps, you know?”

“Oh that’s sweet. Are you close with them?”

Namjoon laughs bitterly. “Not in the slightest. And unfortunately, they died a while ago.”

“Oh.” Your voice is full of sympathy, and now Namjoon can only see sweetness in your eyes. You hand moves up, making long strokes on his arm, and his shudders. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I know how that must feel.”

He looks up at you. You’re so young! Maybe you had just as bad of a childhood as he did. “Do you?”

“Yeah,” you reply, refraining from clenching your jaw. “My parents passed a few years ago.”

Namjoon sits there, momentarily, in a state of awkwardness and panic. This isn’t normally how these conversations with women go. Why is it so personal all of a sudden? Anyone else and he would’ve been fucking them in some fancy hotel room by now. What the fuck?

“Sorry,” you say, pulling your arm away. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, uh―” Why does his throat feel so dry? He swallows and drinks a little more. Is he...nervous?

Jungkook giggles in your ear. “Fucker is nervous!”

“Well of course he is. He’s talking to Y/N.”

“Yeah…” Jungkook mutters.

“It’s okay, Kook, we all know you get nervous talking to her.”

“Shut up! You do too!”

“Tell me something else, then,” you whisper, ignoring the idiots in your ear.

“What do you want to know?” he whispers back, just loud enough for you to hear him over the music.

“I don’t know,” you answer, scooting closer to him, boldly moving your hand from his arm to his leg. His breath hitches and he looks down on you with a darker gaze. “But if you want, we can forgo the talking.”

“Do you have something else in mind then?” he asks, leaning closer to you. His face is so close to yours that he can see the blush on your cheeks and the glisten of your lips, whether it be from the drink or your lipgloss he’s not sure.

You lean in, your lips ghosting his, causing him to take a deep breath as he tries to regain control.

“Whoop! That’s your little sister!”

“I will literally come back there, and I will slit your throat!”

You can’t help a small laugh, and Namjoon moans at the feel of your hot breath on his mouth. It’s at this sound that you go in for the kill, tugging the back of Namjoon’s hair to kiss him fully and heavily.

“Bite him! Bite him!”

“Taehyung! Let the girl do her work!”

In fact, you do take Taehyung’s advice, biting gently down on Namjoon’s bottom lip, and it’s enough to leave him reeling. He pulls back for a second to catch his breath before he’s back on you again, tasting the dramble on your lips. In an act of dominance, you slip your tongue inside his mouth, and it has him growling.

“Fuck…” he whispers, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit turned on.

He squeezes your waist, encouraging to move closer to him, but there’s not much place else to go except his lap. He sees no problem with that. You grind down on him, eliciting a moan that almost as you whimpering. Almost. Damn, he’s too attractive. You nibble on his lip one last time before moving to the side, planting light kisses on his jawline (seriously, this man is too attractive) and working your way down his neck. He grabs at your ass, content to let you lick and suck his neck as you please, so long as you don’t stop.

Until, well, you stop.

“Sorry,” you whisper against his skin before climbing off.

He looks at you in utter confusion. “What…”

“Hooking up with guys I don’t know isn’t really my style. Though,” you laugh, “I was this close to making an exception for you, so I have to stop before I do something I don’t regret.”

“Aw, no, Y/N…”

“Sorry, Namjoon. Maybe we’ll see each other some other time, though.”

“You don’t even have my number.”

“Are you going to give it to me?”

Namjoon, tongue in cheek, looks you up and down, amazed. It’s been quite a while since he’s found someone so fucking bold. He shakes his head in amusement and pulls out his phone.

“I guess I am.”

You exchange phone numbers and then he stands, deciding to escort you out. He’s staked a claim and he doesn’t want any of his men―yes, they’re his men but still―trying something out. One hand on the small of your back, he leads you out of the longue. You can feel the men at the card tables watching you closely, a few snickering because ha, you have no idea what you’re getting in to, and you’re going to be left broken-hearted after a one night stand.

But of course, the truth is, Namjoon doesn’t know what he’s getting in to.

He leads you to the front of the bar and out onto the silent street, and you’re surprised to see how late it actually is. You might’ve gotten a little distracted, but, hey, you did your job.

“Thanks for walking me out,” you murmur, pressing your body up to Namjoon. He heaves as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself, then leans down and presses a soft but firm kiss on your lips.

“Anytime.”

“I hope we can see each other again sometime,” you laugh. “I think we’ll have more fun.”

“Yeah, I think so. Do you need a ride?”

“No, thank you. My ride's here,” you say, gesturing to the car across the street.

“Uber?” Namjoon asks.

“Of course.”

“Well…”

You chuckle at his uncertainty. “I hope I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Namjoon’s eyes trail after you as you hop across the street and into the van. A few more seconds and it pulls away, leaving him entirely confused and way too eager to see you again.

“Oh, dude, what are you doing here?” Hoseok asks, stumbling out of the bar with a way too drunk Jimin on his tail. “I thought you were going home with that girl.”

“No, uh,” Namjoon laughs, “She left, actually.”

Even in his drunken stupor, Jimin comes alive, taking in the information. “I’m sorry, what?” He can’t stop laughing, and it takes everything in Hoseok not to drop his ass then and there. “A girl left you, the great Kim Namjoon, oh so fearless leader of the Kims, heir to Kim Incorporations, alone? At night? Without a fuck?”

“Jimin!” Hoseok shouts. “Shut the fuck up!” But even Hoseok is struggling to contain his laughter.

“Lost your edge, Leader?” Jimin laughs. “Look, I might be gay, but I can certainly teach you a lesson if you need me to!”

“Babe, seriously, I love you, but if you don’t shut up right now, I’m going to leave you here.”

“What? Hoseokieee,” Jimin whines.

Namjoon shakes his head at his two friends. “What happened to his alcohol ban?”

“He got off his leash!” Hoseok shouts defensively.

Namjoon blinks. “You put him on a leash.”

“Well…”

“Keep it in your pants, Jung,” he snorts.

Hoseok groans and rolls his eyes. “Okay, you can shut up too. Can we go home? I have to sleep in the same bed as this motherfucker but that means I also have to take care of his drunk ass.”

“Look, not my fault you guys got together.” But Namjoon smiles and leads them towards their car. The bodyguards that had accompanied him in follow him out, opening the door and helping to escort their much too drunk friend into the car. Jimin squeals, having way too much fun, and Namjoon sighs, internally agreeing with Hoseok that they should just leave him here.

“This man has killed half the fucking city,” Hoseok huffs after Jimin collapses on his lap. “Can you believe it?”

“Well, given that you’ve killed half the people in this city, can I really say I’m surprised?”

Hoseok scoffs. “Fair.”

As the car pulls away, both Hoseok and Namjoon sigh, leaning back into the leather seats. Namjoon’s eyes flicker out the window, as if he’s expecting to see you walking down the street, and he shakes his head. He doesn’t like how fucked up you’ve got him, and all he knows is your name. He’s supposed to be the one in control. Not you. When did he give up the power? And did you know all along? Or were you innocent in planting that small, small seed in the corner of his heart?

“So who was she?” Hoseok asks.

“Hmm?”

“The girl. The one that’s got you whipped.”

“Whipped? I don’t even know her.”

“Then why do you look like a lovesick fool?”

“The only lovesick fool here is you.”

“Well then that explains why I know what a lovesick fool looks like.”

Namjoon huffs and looks back out the window. “I don’t know. I have no idea who she is.”

“Get her number?”

“Of course.”

“Then find out.”

“Eh, I’m not sure it’ll be worth my time. She’s some cutesy nurse. Can’t get her all wrapped up in my shit.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. He loves Namjoon. He’s his best friend. But sometimes, Namjoon is a fucking idiot.

“Hey, what’s that super obvious and super visible thing that’s right on your fucking neck?”

“Huh?” Namjoon instinctively puts his hand on his neck, and he remembers your lips on his skin, shuddering at the thought.

“Here’s a hint,” Hoseok says, pointing to the tattoo on his own neck. The moon. The moon. Shit.

Namjoon’s eyes widen in realization. “Shit! Do you think she knows who I am? I got so caught up in...the moment that I didn’t even realize!”

“No, genius! It means, she saw it, she licked it, and she still gave you her number. Plus, I’m sure she’s not stupid. She knows what bar she walked into.”

“So, you’re saying…?”

“Call her! I saw her. That’s one ballsy bitch. You’ll be lucky if you find someone even close to that. Plus with the way she messed with your head in the span of, like, three hours. Man, call her, or I’ll call her for you.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes at his friend, but he’s already mulling over the prospect. Maybe. Right now, he just wants to go home, jerk off because of the massive fucking boner you gave him, and go to sleep.

You sigh in the car, as you massage your feet, or, more accurately, as Taehyung massages your feet. He complained about it, but when he realized you got the Kim leader’s number, he quickly shut up.

“So what now?” asks Jungkook from the driver's seat.

“We wait,” you answer. “He’ll call. I doubt he's used to being left high and dry. And by now he'll have noticed that I know he's a Kim.”

“Will he?”

“Given that I actively made out with his tattoo, I certainly hope so. If not, he's dumber than I thought.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes at you as Jungkook speaks up from the front. “Are you coming home with us or do you want me to drop you off at your apartment?”

“Drop me off,” you respond. “I’m super tired and you guys are too loud. Plus I have work in the morning.”

“I don’t get why you don’t just quit,” Yoongi groans. “It’s so much easier if you just live at home again.”

“I didn’t study neuroscience and psychology for nothing,” you remind your brother, a slight edge to your voice. “Despite what Mom wanted, I’m not dedicating my entire life to the family business.”

Yoongi’s eye twitches slightly. “Dad wanted it too.”

“Well Dad’s not here, is he?”

Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jin shift around uncomfortably. The Min siblings are normally so calm and cool and collected, but when things do get heated between you two, it makes everyone in a ten miles radius want to hide for days.

But thankfully, Yoongi retreats, not having the energy to have this fight with you. Maybe another day. “Just let me know when you get to work tomorrow. And don’t forget to let us know if Namjoon calls. I’ll send someone over to guard your door tonight.”

“Think he’s already figured out who I am?”

“Not yet,” your brother replies, “but he will. There are plenty of rumors about my ever so elusive sister, but those who know you exist know your face, and there’s no way to keep that from him. You’ll just have to break him before he finds out.”

―

Your apartment is cozy and small. Yoongi prefers to call it ugly and cramped. You prefer it, though, because it’s a nice contrast to the way you grew up. It’s a studio apartment with your bedroom and living room separated only by a small partition. It’s not gorgeous, but it’s a safe place.

One of the first things you learn before working in the mental health field is decompression. To be able to help others, you need to be able to help yourself. You need to be able to keep a sound mind when others can’t. The golden rule, really.

Your mother taught you that, among other things.

She’s the reason you’re a psychoanalyst, mostly because, like the dutiful daughter you were, you followed in her footsteps. You learned how to read people by the time you were six years old. Could tell what your friends were thinking before they even thought it. It scared your classmates and it scared their parents. You moved schools that year.

She’s the reason you’re a spy―the go to undercover operative. You learned to be anything you were needed to be. You learned how to dodge questions and manipulate answers by the time you were ten. You figured your way around the teachers when the questioned the bruise marks on your wrist. You moved schools that year.

She’s the reason you’re an extractor. An extractor of information. Where pain fails, mind games always work, and just like your mother, you got what you needed without ever having to lift a finger. By the age of sixteen, the student had become the master. Your words were deadly. Your stares, lethal. The bullies at your school found that out when they found themselves confessing all of their drug endeavours and student attacks to the entire student body. You were homeschooled from then on.

But it’s because of her that you’ll never be a whole person again. You’re a shell, beaten, broken, and bruised. Worthless, worthless, worthless because you were never good enough. You needed to be better.

“Better,” she’d say. “But not good enough. Try again tomorrow. Go decompress.”

You breathe deeply and heavily, falling onto your mattress easily, the sheets smelling slightly like your favorite lotion. You’re ready to fall asleep, ready to let yourself be dead to the world, but you find that you can’t. Your eyebrows furrow as your heart rate picks up, your mother’s words echoing in your head.

You never sleep. Can’t sleep, especially when her ghost still haunts you.

“You need to be better. Haven’t I taught you anything?”

“I’m sorry, Mom. I won’t disappoint you.”

You feel the wrath of her disappointment weighing heavy on your chest as you struggle to breath.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t disappoint me,” she says, the words acidic on her tongue as she grabs your wrist roughly. “Look at your brother. He’s doing so much better.”

“I’m sorry, Mom. I’ll try to be better.”

Better. The resentment. Your brother was always better than you. He always got your parents’ attention. He was always better.

“Good job, Yoongi!” your father praises. “A perfect shot! What about you, Y/N? Wanna try?”

“No,” your mother interrupts. “I don’t think she’s earned it. How can she shoot if she can’t get a couple words right? You have to mean it, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, Mom. I’m sorry.”

Guilt and shame and anger boil up inside you, and suddenly you’re running to the bathroom to throw up. You shake your head, irritated with yourself. Why are you always so weak?

You realize that you haven’t even changed out of your dress when you open the door, but by then you don’t really care. The man standing outside your door is surprised to see you, but quickly moves out of the way.

“S-Sorry, ma’am―”

“Take me to my brother,” you command, and he nods quickly, leading you out of the complex and into a waiting car. He drives hurriedly, as if trying to get past traffic, but there’s really no need when no one dares to be on the streets at this hour. From your window you can see a few sketchy figures hiding out; probably members of some local gang. Amateurs.

The car stops in front of a large, expensive house. You let out an exasperated sigh into the night. Luxurious lives are beautiful, but the memories are far from it. If your bodyguard cares, he says nothing. He trails behind you as you approach the large, glass doors, and, upon seeing your safe entrance into the house, turns right on his heels to either kill a man or get a good night’s rest. Depends on how Yoongi’s feeling.

The house is silent, and, why would you think otherwise? As late as it is, no one’s going to be awake. Well, except for that idiot looking longingly at a bag of chips at four in the morning.

“Y/N?” Jungkook asks, perking up when he notices you entering. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing with the bag of chips?” you counter.

“I asked you first.”

“Okay, and I asked you second.”

Jungkook only blinks at you. “Do you know what fun is? I feel like someone needs to teach the Min siblings what fun is.”

“I’d rather you not,” says another voice, prompting you to watch as your brother descends from the staircase.

He looks at you before letting out a sleepy yawn. “What are you doing here? I thought…”

He trails off when he sees that look in your eye. He knows that look. He about leaps off the stairs in an effort to reach you, pulling you to him in a tight hug. You shudder, and your arms slip around his waist to hold him just as tightly, burying your face in his chest.

Now this is definitely the most vulnerable Jungkook’s ever seen you. He, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jin are close. They know each other’s stories, and they’ve crumbled before each other. So Jungkook knows yours and Yoongi’s stories. Knows that you’re both scrambling to find something to cling to before you fall completely. He’s just never seen you fall, and now that he has, he’s not completely sure what to do with himself anymore.

Apparently you’re human, too.

“It’s okay,” Yoongi whispers into your ear. “She’s gone. She can’t hurt you anymore.”

You nod your head slightly. “I know. It’s just…”

“It’s okay. C’mon, you need to sleep. Gotta have your energy up for when Namjoon calls.”

“Yoongi―you fucker―what is all the noise,” grumbles a deep voice, scratchy and tired.

“Shut up, Taehyung,” Jungkook replies, causing Taehyung to look up in surprise, not expecting to hear Jungkook’s voice. His eyes move over to Yoongi, then to figure in his arms, and his eyes widen. Without another word or explanation, he scoops you up in his arms, carrying you up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom.

“Taehyung,” you protest, “I can sleep on my own.”

“Bullshit,” he answers, throwing you on the bed before rifling through his closet. “If I leave you alone, you’re not gonna sleep until it’s too late.”

“But Tae―”

“Not buts,” he says as he carelessly tosses a shirt at you. “Change.”

He climbs into bed, slipping quickly under his covers. He waits until you’ve just barely pulled his shirt over your head before reaching up and dragging you down onto the mattress.

“Taehyung!”

“Shut up,” he replies, even as he’s sweetly tucking you under the blankets and cuddling into your back. “You have a job to do. Gotta be well rested.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you mumble as sleep overtakes you.

When Namjoon wakes up, it’s not to the pleasant sounds of birds chirping, nor is the love of his life sitting wrapped in his arms. The sun isn’t casting a golden glow into the room, and white sheets aren’t tangled in his legs. Rather, there’s a cacophony of yelling, and with a groan, he pulls himself from his empty bed.

He stumbles into the hallway, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Why the fuck are you yelling at whatever the fuck time it is?”

Over the railing he can see Hoseok and Jimin, obviously freshly woken up, but with only anger on their faces. An unfortunate man―Hojong, if Namjoon remembers correctly―is being met with the biting words of the pair. He flinches a couple times and is sure to avoid eye contact.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammers, “It’s not―I’m just the messenger.”

“Well who the fuck is responsible, then?” Jimin yells, eyes blazing.

“It was just―I don’t know, I’m not on cyber.”

“What are you yelling about?” Namjoon grumbles from his place at the top of the stairs.

Jimin points an accusing finger at Hojong. “Him―this―he―”

“Breathe, babe.”

“We were hacked!”

Namjoon’s suddenly much more awake. “Hacked? Hacked? What the fuck?”

“Yeah,” Hoseok says with a tired nod. “Apparently there was hole in the system and information was lost. Thinking it was the Mins. Explains how they knew where to find you at the hotel. We kicked them out before they got much more, but I don’t know what they have.”

“Oh, what the fuck?” Namjoon groans, rolling his head back. “Is there a way to find out what they do know?”

“Uh, our mole has been MIA ever since the night of the hotel incident. With this, I’m thinking that he managed to misinform them enough so they’d send the low-levels that they did, but I think he got found out. No idea where he is now.”

“And there’s no way to find him?”

Hoseok shakes his head solemnly. “He knew what he was getting into when he accepted the mission.”

“Great. We have to keep our plans on the low then. We can’t risk the Mins getting to the senator first, or they’ll have a one up in the government.”

“Then what’s the plan, Sir?”

“Give them a taste of their own medicine. Jimin, do what you do best. Get under their skin. Wreak havoc. Find their weaknesses. I need something―anything―that’s gonna give me a leg up. I want blood.”

Jimin’s face morphs into pure happiness. “I’m on it. What do you want? Members? Connections? Information?”

“Start with connections,” Namjoon says thoughtfully. “See who they know. They’re powerful, make no mistake, and they have influence. If we can tear a hole in those connections, they’ll start falling apart.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Jimin eagerly scurries off (but not without planting a quick kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek), and he’s out the door within seconds. He whips out his phone, scrolling through his multitude of contacts. He’s the Kim’s Joker Card for a reason; he plays his roles well, slipping into the person that suits his needs.

“Jungwoo,” Jimin says over the phone, “I need a favor.”

“What is it?” Jungwoo asks, slipping out of the conference room in his office building. He looks around nervously, making sure no one overhears.

“I need you to do some digging for me. I need something on the Mins.”

“The Mins? What could―”

“You really wanna be asking questions?”

Jimin can hear Jungwoo gulp. “No.”

“Good.”

“Can you be more specific? I don’t know what ‘something’ means.”

“Look higher. Who they have power over. Or maybe, who’s close to them. I need something that’ll get them to back off.”

Jungwoo looks around again before ducking into an empty bathroom and locking the door behind him. “I might have something,” Jungwoo whispers. “But it’s just a rumor.”

“Even the most scandalous of rumors are derived from some truth.”

“There’s a member. Someone who’s close to their inner circle. Close to their leader. A woman, I think.”

“Oh? Yoongi’s got himself a woman?”

“I don’t know. It’s just talk. They say she appears in intervals. Disappears for months, or maybe she’s never there at all.”

“Sounds like a ghost.”

“Maybe she is,” Jungwoo huffs. “But don’t get me involved. That’s all I know.”

“Who’d you hear it from?”

“It’s one of those things that you just kind of overhear. You’re gonna have to hear it from a Min, not me.”

Jimin ponders this and then nods. “Alright, Jungwoo. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Bye.”

Jimin wanders down the streets of the city, letting his mind wander. Who is this woman? What does she know? What influence does she have? Why is Yoongi keeping her a secret?

“Namjoon, I think I found something,” Jimin says into the phone as he continues to walk.

“Oh?”

“Someone. I don’t know. Looks like they might’ve slipped under our radar.”

“A member?”

“Looks like it. High-ranking, too.”

“They’d have to know what they’re doing for us to not know about them.”

“Could also be just a rumor. I’m gonna look into it.”

“Whatever. I need something good,” Namjoon replies with a disheartened sigh. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Joon.”

Namjoon ends the call, rolling back on his bed in exhaustion. Curling back under his covers sounds ideal right about now, but, unfortunately, he has to actually do stuff. He huffs, moving into his closet to change. A grey, perfectly tailored suit hangs, waiting to be used for the day. Namjoon dons the attire and combs his hair back for good measure.

“Looking snazzy, Boss.”

Namjoon groans. “Don’t call me ‘Boss,’ dumbass.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hoseok laughs.

Namjoon’s eyes sweep his friend, and he raises his eyebrows. “You’re dressed just as nicely.”

“Well I can’t go into meetings in leather jackets, now can I?”

“Oh my god, let’s just go.”

Hoseok and Namjoon are escorted from the house and into the car, as if someone would attack them in that ten second walk. Namjoon screams internally, but shows no outward emotion.

“So,” Hoseok says when they’re comfortably seated in the car, “did you call her?”

“Huh, what?” Namjoon asks, snapping out of his daydream.

“Did you call her?” Hoseok repeats.

Namjoon hesitates. “No.”

“Call her.”

“I will.”

“Call her now.”

“I’ll call her eventually.”

“Call her now.”

“Why? We have a meeting in like, twenty minutes.”

“Plenty of time for you to call her and ask her out.”

“That’s not really my style, Hoseok,” Namjoon argues.

“What’s not your style? Getting in on with super hot, super mysterious girls that you meet in bars? Or do you always have to have an ulterior motive?”

“I don’t―What?” Namjoon stutters defensively. “There’s no―I have relationships.”

“Sure,” Hoseok scoffs. “When’s the last time that you had a relationship? One night stands don’t count you know.”

“Look, it’s not easy for people like us to date.”

“Uh―”

“Not everyone can find someone fit for this way of life that easily! If I ever told a girl what I did behind closed doors… I mean, she’d leave so fast.”

“You don’t know that. Everybody has their secrets.”

“You saying she has secrets?”

“Course,” Hoseok replies with a shrug. “Why else would she be at Richie’s, a bar deep in Kim territory? She knew what she was doing, man.”

“I mean…”

“Give me your phone.”

“What?”

“Give me your phone, you dick.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“If you don’t give it to me, I’m gonna touch your dick. And then I’ll tell Jimin.”

“What―Is that a threat?”

Hoseok moves forward, and Namjoon immediately holds his hand out in surrender. “Okay! Really trying not to die young!”

Hoseok laughs as Namjoon hands him the phone. “Really that afraid of him, huh?”

“That motherfucker has no conscience.”

“I know,” Hoseok says with a loving twinkle in his eye. “Anyway… What did you save her as?”

“Uh, Y/N.”

“Boring.”

Hoseok dials the number and puts it on speakerphone.

“Hello?” you answer.

“Hi,” says Hoseok.

“This doesn’t sound like Namjoon.”

Hoseok looks up at his friend, and Namjoon can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. “Oh. Observant. It’s not.”

“Then why are you calling me?”

“Wanted to know when you’re free. Namjoon wants to go on a date with you.”

“Then why doesn’t he ask me himself?”

“Cause he’s not here. I’m doing it for him. So anyway, when are you free?”

“How do I know that you’re not trying to lure me into a trap or something?” you ask suspiciously.

“If you end up dying, you can sue me.”

“For how much money?”

“As much as you want.”

After a few seconds, you respond, “Okay. I’m free after work tonight. I can meet you somewhere.”

Namjoon opens his mouth to say something, but Hoseok answers for him. “Can you meet him at Kim Incorporations, say, seven o’clock?”

“Yeah. Alright.”

“Great!” Hoseok says excitedly. “Bye!”

Namjoon snatches the phone back as soon as the call ends. “You’re a dumbass, you know that?”

“Jimin tells me on a daily basis.”

“Wait, what the fuck?”

“What?” Namjoon looks at his friend, concern on his face. A giggle finds its way out of Hoseok’s mouth. “Oh my god!” he exclaims in realization. “You’re nervous!”

“I am not!”

“You totally are! Oh, don’t worry. I’ll help you plan it.”

“I can do it on my own just fine.”

“Sure, sure. And I’m straight.”

“Please, please, shut the fuck up.”

“Agh, you’re no fun,” Hoseok laughs as the car comes to a stop. “Whatever. Let’s just get through these meetings. You shouldn’t have any after hour visits today, so that gives you time to figure out what you’re gonna do with her.”

“Fine, fine,” Namjoon says, stepping out of the car. Namjoon cranes his neck to see the building in front of him as it reaches into the sky; though people fall over themselves for a job here, he can only look at it in disdain.

Conversations cease when Namjoon walks in, everyone looking to get a glimpse of the young man running the corporation. Namjoon pays them no mind, though, and walks immediately into his office. He glances at the clock once before sitting down to work, and when he looks up again it’s dark outside.

“Ah, shit,” he mutters as he collects his stuff. The door to his office swings open just as he’s about to grab the handle, and he jumps back as his friend steps into the room.

“Oh, shit, sorry, dude. Um, I’m here to tell you that your date is in, like, twenty minutes.”

“Thanks, asshole. I noticed.”

“Where are you taking her?”

“I’ll take her to that nice restaurant on the west side, maybe a stroll or something, and then back home if I’m lucky.”

“A stroll? Back home if you’re lucky?” Hoseok laughs. “Oh my god!”

“What? What?”

“You’re in love,” Hoseok sing-songs.

“Oh my god,” Namjoon groans. “Shut up.”

“You’re in love!”

“I don’t even know her!”

“All I know is that you only take home the girls you wanna impress.”

“Okay,” says Namjoon sheepishly, “maybe I want to impress her, but I’m not in love.”

“Yeah, yeah. But you will be,” Hoseok replies with a cheeky grin. “Anyway… I think you have a date, yes?”

“I’m seriously considering kicking your ass instead.”

“If you’re lucky, maybe she’ll eat your ass.”

Namjoon scrunches his nose. “Why am I friends with you?”

“Cause I do all your dirty work.”

“Hm. I have to go.”

“Have fun! Don’t be too loud when you come home!”

Namjoon grunts, flicking him off as he walks away. A few late-workers greet him as he exits, but he hardly spares them a glance. They look after him desperately, wanting to be recognized or merely acknowledged, but Namjoon is far too occupied thinking about you. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, you’ve been at the forefront of his thoughts ever since you left him high and dry that night.

As Namjoon steps out of the building and into the night, he’s surprised to find you already waiting for him, dressed in red and your head cocked to the side as you lean against the wall.

“So is it just me and you tonight, or is your friend coming along as well?” you ask with a playful smirk.

Namjoon wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips. “I figured it would be more fun with just the two of us,” he whispers.

“Mm, I think I agree.” Namjoon releases you and guides you to the car where a man patiently waits, having watched the entire scene previous. A few eyes follow you to the car, causing you to lean back and murmur, “I think people are watching.”

“Ignore them,” he replies as he slides in after you.

“Am I going to get hate mail after this?” you laugh.

“If you do, I’ll protect you.”

“Will you? Ah, my hero.”

“Do I get a reward?”

“That depends,” you start, scooting closer to him, “on what you want.”

“If I want you?” he mumbles as his face inches closer to yours.

You pause, letting him stir in anticipation, your breaths on each other’s lips. “You can have me.”

He lets out something akin to a growl, his hand once again finding its way around your waist as he pulls you close to him. His lips meet yours in a satisfying kiss, as if you both had been waiting for this since you left in each other.

In truth, you had.

There is not nearly as much meticulous practice or precision to this kiss as your last one. It’s hot and messy as your tongues clash, breaths heavy against one another’s lips. He smiles against you as he angles his head to kiss you deeper. You tug at his shirt, pulling him the slightest bit closer to your body.

And just as quickly as it started, it stopped.

You pull away, panting slightly. Namjoon’s eyes twinkle in delight as they observe the pink tinge to your cheeks. The door opens, and Namjoon steps out first, holding his out for you.

Your hand fits smoothly into his, and you have to remind yourself that you’re here to do a job. Soft music plays from the building in front of you, reminiscent of that night a few days ago, and you can’t help but smile at Namjoon’s particular penchant for the finer things. He escorts you inside, and you’re seated immediately despite the long line of waiting patrons.

The power of the Kim family at work.

“So,” Namjoon says once the two of you are seated, “tell me about yourself.”

“That’s vague,” you laugh. “I’ve already told you about my job.”

“Family?”

“None to note, really.”

“Hm,” Namjoon says, rotating his drink thoughtfully, “I guess it’s just you and me then.”

You lean back, mischief clear on your face. “What exactly does that entail?”

It entails, you come to find out, your legs around his waist as holds you against the wall, sucking roughly on your neck. “Namjoon,” you whimper.

“What is it, baby?” he coos.

“I need―oh, fuck.”

He nips at your collarbone, laughing as you whine under him. “Like that?”

“Y-Yeah,” you reply, your breathing becoming quicker.

“What do you want?” he whispers, his breath hot on your ear.

“Bed,” you answer immediately. He obliges, keeping you tightly wrapped around him as he walks over to the bed. Your back hits the mattress and you groan as he climbs on top of you.

“What happened to not sleeping with guys you hardly know?”

“Well,” you say as he rips off your dress, “I think we’ve gotten to know each other a little more.”

“Have we?” he laughs as his shirt falls to the ground.

“If we haven’t, then dinner really was a waste.”

“Well then,” he says, coming down to capture your mouth again, “I think I can make it up to you.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Oh, you’re asking for it.”

“That’s the point,” you giggle as his lips descend on your newly exposed skin. You sigh into the feeling, his breath tickling you as he makes his way down. His kisses are light and gentle, and stark contrast to the way he about rips your panties in half just to see you finally revealed to him.

“Pretty,” he murmurs as he finally touches your pussy.

You moan in pleasure, his long fingers massaging the sensitive skin around you. “Don’t tease me, Namjoon.”

“But it’s far more fun if I do.”

His hands are cold, so you’re shuddering under him, gripping the sheets as you anticipate him touching you further. He’s merciful, finally, after what feels like years of just looking and feeling. A finger dips inside you, retreating when you let out a soft moan.

“You asshole,” you groan.

“What was that?”

“You fucking heard me.”

“Better watch your mouth, baby,” he says as he leans down.

“Or wha―fuck!”

You cry out as Namjoon’s tongue licks at your clit before his mouth encaptures it fully, sucking on it until you’re bucking under him. You can feel him smirking against your skin as he eats you out, fully enjoying the sounds that you’re making. You look up at the ceiling, the sensations leaving you reeling. He kisses down from your clit to your vagina and back up again, leaving no spot untouched. Again, you buck towards him, and he has to hold your hips down in an effort to still you.

“Relax, babe,” he chuckles.

“F-Fuck you,” you gasp as he presses his tongue flat against you.

“Or,” he says, pausing to slide two fingers into you, “I could fuck you.”

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He finger fucks you while sucking on your clit, and your hands shoot down to his head instinctively, grabbing roughly on his hair. You yank slightly, and he groans against your skin. “Oh,” you laugh. “You like that?”

“Do it again,” he commands, and you eagerly obey as he gets back to work on your aching center. His tongue alternates patterns, licking and prodding in different directions as his fingers work inside you. You free one hand from his hair, using it to play with one of your sensitive nipples.

“Namjoon, I’m―”

“Almost there, baby,” he whispers.

“Oh, fuck, oh my god.”

“C’mon, babe,” he says before pulling his fingers against your g-spot.

“Shit!” you exclaim, tightening your grip on his hair.

“You taste so good.”

“I’m getting close… I’m getting close…”

“I know.” He laps at your clit again as he introduces his thumb to help speed along the process. His fingers continue thrusting into you while his tongue and thumb double-team your clit. You gasp, every moan and curse falling from your lips.

“Namjoon!” you shout out, arching your back as your release builds inside of you.

He groans when he feels you clench around him. “Shit, you’re so tight around my fingers.”

“I’m gonna―oh shit, Namjoon, oh my god.”

“Cum for me, babe.”

“Shit, shit, I’m cumming, Namjoon! Fuck!”

With a final cry of his name and twist of his locks, you cum hard on his tongue. You squeeze your eyes shut, and Namjoon has to keep your legs open or risk you suffocating him. Though, the idea of dying between your legs doesn’t sound entirely unappealing.

Your orgasm pulses through you, leaving you slightly light-headed, and the only thing you can do is breathe deeply and stare at the ceiling. Your view is obstructed, however, when a face appears over you, laughing at your state.

“How was that, babe?”

“I…” Anything that you might say falls flat, for words have long since escaped your brain.

“You still alive?” he asks, laughing to hide the etching of concern in his voice.

It takes a minute or two, but finally you’re able to breathe out, “Yeah.”

“Made you cum that hard, huh?”

“Shut up,” you laugh as you pick yourself up, swiftly pushing Namjoon onto his back and straddling him. “I’ll pay you back.”

“Is that a promise?” he asks, mimicking your earlier words.

“Definitely,” you say as you reach behind you to grab his cock. Namjoon gasps at having you finally touch him, his turn to buck into you.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, eager to finally be inside you.

You want to get him back for the torture he put you through, so you take your sweet time, giving him a couple of soft, slow strokes before positioning yourself over him. He pinches your side, reminding you to get on with it or he’ll have no problem with punishing you for it later.

“You’re so impatient,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“And you weren’t?”

“Fair,” you chuckle as you finally begin easing him inside of you. The both of you gasp, your breathing short as you sit down on him slowly. He fills you entirely, stretching you in all the right ways. He moans when you’re finally fully seated on him, and he thinks you look so fucking good, all fucked out, just for him.

“Ride me, babe,” he says huskily.

You roll your hips on him, moving back and forth until you’re both moaning in pleasure. He’s eager for more, though, desperate to finally cum, and he starts fucking up into you. You yell, grabbing onto his shoulders to keep yourself from falling off.

“Ungh, Namjoon!”

“Shit, you feel so good. So good, Y/N.”

“I’m―oh, fuck.”

“Doing so good, shit.”

He thrusts up into you a few more times before rolling you over onto your back. One hand wraps around both of your wrists while the other holds your hip, and at this angle, it’s easier for him to pound into you relentlessly. His cock touches every part of you, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

You briefly wonder what Yoongi would think if he saw you getting fucked by his biggest rival like this.

“N-Namjoon!”

“Shit, babe, you keep clenching around me.”

“It’s feels so good… so good.”

“Yeah?”

He fucks into you a little bit harder, hungry for you the sounds you make when you come apart. He craves it. You’re a strong woman―he knew that the first time he saw you. You’re bold. You’re confident. You do what you want. But here you are, writhing under him, crumbling under his touches, and only he gets to see you like that. It stokes his ego. It gives him power.

“I’m gonna―shit―Namjoon! Oh my god,” you moan, and Namjoon thinks his name sounds better when you say it.

“That’s it, baby, shit, you feel so good. I might cum.”

“I want―yes, yes, yes―I want your cum.”

Namjoon thrusts into you even harder, if possible.

“Are you―ungh―sure?”

“Yes!” you cry, desperate to feel him as you get closer to your high. “Please. Cum inside me, Namjoon.”

“Oh, shit, I’m cumming. Y/N, fuck…”

Namjoon lets out a long, low groan as he cums inside you, one hand furiously rubbing your clit in an effort to get you off too. It works, and you come undone around him, holding onto him as if your life depended on it.

Namjoon’s forehead meets yours, looking at you as he comes down from his high, his breath on your skin. Neither of you say anything for a minute or two, the only sound in the room that of your heavy breathing. Eventually, Namjoon plants a soft kiss on your lips and rolls over, collapsing beside you, one arm slung over your bare stomach. The both of you know you need to get up and clean off, but you’re far too tired to move.

You think you might just fall asleep, cum dripping out of you and sweat sticking to your body, but Namjoon scoops you up in his arms just before you do. He’s surprisingly gentle, and in the back of your mind you can’t help but laugh at the idea that he’s the head of a notorious crime family.

He takes care of you tenderly, making sure you’ve used the bathroom and are properly cleaned up before he tucks you under the covers of his bed. He doesn’t normally do this. He can’t quite believe he brought you all the way back here in the first place, but something about you felt so right.

Just before he falls asleep, Namjoon can’t help wonder if you’d stay with him if you knew who he was.

You’re terribly disoriented when you wake up. You don’t know that door, or that dresser, or that chair, or this bed, or these sheets, or this arm wrapped around you―oh. You roll over and are greeted with Namjoon’s blinking eyes.

“G’morning,” he whispers, his voice thick and sleepy.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No,” he says, clearing his throat. “I’m normally up early. I just didn’t want to wake you up accidentally.

“You’re sweet,” you chuckle.

“And you look good in my bed.”

“Ew,” you say, scrunching your nose as you move to leave.

“No,” he groans, grabbing your arm to pull you back to him. “Stay.”

“I have places to be.”

“You said you didn’t have work today.”

“Fuck, you got me.”

“Then where are you trying to go so fast?”

“Home, you weirdo.”

“Stay here,” he says as he spoons your back, holding you tighter.

“But―”

“C’mon,” he pleads. “You know you want to.”

You finally relent, relaxing into his arms. “Fine.”

After sleeping a bit more, along with some gentle coaxing, you convince Namjoon to shower and get ready for the day (granted, you had to shower with him). While you’re once again in your dress from last night, Namjoon is in a comfortable looking turtleneck, and you can’t help but smile at how good he looks.

He walks with you into the hallway, his arm comfortably draped around your shoulder as he tries to convince you to let him take you home. “C’mon,” he laughs, “it’ll be more fun that way.”

“No,” you say, even as you wrap an arm around his waist. “I’m meeting a friend anyway.”

“I’ll meet your friend then.”

“We barely know each other.”

“We should change that.”

“I have a feeling we will.”

“Is that a promise?”

Namjoon walks you out the mansion where a car awaits you. You kiss him goodbye, and he watches as you disappear from view.

“And?”

You turn to the driver of the car, rolling your eyes. “We literally just went out.”

“Well you stayed over.”

“Yeah, but he’s not about to give me all of his life secrets like that.”

“Fine… Was he good though?”

“Taehyung!”

“It’s a genuine question!”

“I’m not telling you.”

Taehyung shakes his head and returns his attention to the road. “I can’t believe you fucked Kim Namjoon. The Kim Namjoon. Crazy.”

“We do what we need to do.”

“I just never thought you’d do him.”

“Shut up, Taehyung.”

“Can I be there when you report to Yoongi?”

“Shut up, Taehyung!”

“So you guys fucked?”

“Could you not say it so bluntly?” you groan.

“What? You did, didn’t you?”

“Unfortunately, I’m gonna have to agree with Y/N on this one,” Yoongi says with a disgusted face. “Because gross.”

“I got the job done. That’s all that matters.”

“You guys fucked and you consider it a job well done?” Jin snorts.

You grin a Cheshire Cat smile and from your pocket pull out a small key. “I think it’s a job well done.”

“Woah, woah, woah, what the fuck?”

“This is what you were looking for, right?”

“How the hell did you get it?”

“He fell asleep pretty quickly after we fucked. Just had to poke around his room until I found it,” you say with a shrug.

“No way it was that easy.”

“It was literally that easy,” you laugh.

Yoongi snatches the key from you and inspects it before handing it to Jin. “Good job, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Boss.”

“Think you can do it again?”

“I thought it was a one-time-thing.”

Yoongi shrugs. “The closer you get to Namjoon, the closer we can get to finally bringing them down.”

“So… what’s the plan?”

“See him again. Find out how their system works” Yoongi answers, “and dismantle it.”

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jisungsjheekies · 5 years

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Surprise Bitch - Part 10

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2315

Warnings: None

Requested: No

Summary: Meet Haley, a girl who loves dancing and her youtuber brother, Alex. What happens when Alex invites 9 famous boys to surprise his sister in his upcoming video?

Several hours later, Jisung was awoken by Haley’s movements as she shifted to be more comfortable on his chest. Grabbing his phone that had fallen to the floor some time during their slumber, he turned it on to see that it was currently 11am. Because it had been turned off, moments later his phone began to vibrate, getting message after message from the other members in their group chat. Someone had discovered that he was missing and everyone was freaking out. He typed a quick reply to calm his members.

Muting the chat to ignore all the incoming messages questioning his whereabouts, he dropped the phone on the floor before looking down at his chest. Still, the girl remained in the same position that she had fallen asleep in. He pushed away the stray hairs that laid across her face, tickling her nose in the process. Scrunching her nose up, her eyes began to flutter open. She tilted her head up to look at Jisung, blushing when she caught his stare.

“What time is it?” She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“After 11am.” Eyes going wide, she sat up and grabbed her phone. Seeing that it was, in fact, almost 11:30am, she opened the missed messages from Alex.

Deciding she’d text him back later, she locked her phone before turning to Jisung. “Wanna grab something to eat?”

Jisung smiled and nodded his head as he stood, reaching his hand out to help Haley up. “How does pizza sound?” Jisung suggested.

Haley gathered her and Jisung’s things before slipping her shoes on. “I know the perfect place.” They began to exit the studio when Haley noticed that there was only one car in the parking lot, hers.

“Jisung, how did you get here last night?”

He kicked at the rocks on the ground, avoiding eye contact. “I took an uber here.”

Haley gasped at his confession, “That’s even more of a reason as to why you shouldn’t have agreed to come last night.”

Jisung placed a hand on her shoulder, “Like that was gonna stop me from coming to hang out with you.”

Smiling at that, Haley walked to her car, suggesting for him to follow her. “You could’ve asked me for a ride. I wouldn’t have minded.”

As they both got inside the car, Jisung turned to her, “I’ll take you up on that next time.” Haley turned her head away so the boy wouldn’t see her red cheeks. Next time.

Driving to her favorite pizza place, 365 Fresh, they listened to music in a comfortable silence. Once they arrived and walked inside, they settled on sharing a large pepperoni pizza, making sure to have enough for leftovers for Alex. They found an open booth next to the window while they waited for their order.

“When are you going to record your cover now that you’ve learned the choreography?” Jisung wondered, looking at the girl.

“I hadn’t really thought about that. Maybe tonight.” Haley shrugged her shoulders, looking at the waiter who was bringing their pizza over.

Jisung smiled at the girl who began bouncing excitedly in her seat after they received their food.“When you do, me and the guys would love to come watch for support.” Jisung grabbed a couple slices of pizza.

“I can’t wait to see their reactions when they see that I learned all of it.” Haley grabbed some pizza before winking at Jisung, “all thanks to you.” Luckily for him, she had already dug into the pizza and missed the blush creep up on Jisung’s cheeks. There goes those damn butterflies again.

Silence crept over them again as they ate in peace. It was not until all the pizza was gone, with the except of the little bit Haley sat aside for Alex, did they speak up again. “Do you guys have plans tonight?” Haley asked the boy.

“Not unless you or Alex ask to do something.” Jisung responded, making the girl smile.

“In that case, meet back at the studio around 7.”

“You’re gonna record the video tonight?” Jisung asked hopefully, wanting to see the girl again.

“Might as well do it before I forget the choreography.” Haley shrugged her shoulders as she laughed. Just then, Haley’s phone began to play Get Cool, signaling that someone was calling her. Scrambling to answer the call, she ignored Jisung’s smirk as she hid in embarrassment.

“Hello?”

“Where the hell are you?” Alex questioned.

“I am eating pizza with Jisung” Haley looked at the boy, who was already watching her, not breaking eye contact.

“I invited the guys over and he was missing, and so were you.”

“He came with me to the studio last night. I’ll explain later. What are you planning with the guys today?”

“Well WE are filming another video today, which is why I’m calling you because you need to hurry up and get back here so we can do this.”

“I’m not singing any–” Haley begun before Alex interrupted her.

“We’re playing a game, relax. Now come home and bring Jisung with you.”

“Alright we’re leaving now. I’ll see you guys soon.”

“WAIT….. Did you get me any pizza?” Alex asked hopefully.

“Already ahead of you. Bye.”

“Thank you, bye!” Alex cheered before Haley hung up the call and grabbed her things, turning back to Jisung.

“Looks like we’ve got plans after all.” Haley grinned at the boy and grabbed his hand, “let’s go!”

Nearly dragging him out of the building and to the car, Jisung couldn’t deny the disappointment he felt when Haley dropped his hand and proceeded to get inside the vehicle. Cranking up the car, Haley handed him the aux, “play something good.” Just for kicks, he played music by Stray Kids, specifically Get Cool. As soon as the song played, Haley deadpanned at him as he snickered. “Ha ha very funny.” Immediately after, the two began to sing and dance along. By the time they arrived at the apartment, Haley and Jisung walked inside to see Alex and the members chasing each other. Jeongin was the first to notice them standing in the doorway. “THEY’RE HERE!” At the announcement of their arrival, everyone came running to the door, nearly tackling the two.

“You two have a lot of explaining to do” Chan lectured, making them look down in shame.

“I’ll explain tonight back at the studio. I promise.” Haley reassured the group before she looked at Alex, “now you need to explain what the hell we’re doing today.”

Alex clapped his hands together, “Ah yes, we’re going to play the whisper challenge for my next video.” Haley shouted in excitement, throwing off the guys.

“I love this game.”

“Yeah but you also suck at it too.” Alex snickered.

“And yet, you’re the one who wants me to play this game.” Haley rolled her eyes.

“Which is why you’re not my partner.” All eyes looked at Alex curiously.

“Who IS her partner?” Chan questioned.

“Felix is her partner.” Both Felix and Haley cheered, high fiving each other. “I’ve chosen everyone’s partners already. I didn’t want to be unfair so I just drew names out of a hat and matched them together.”

“Who are our partners?” Minho asked for the rest of the group.

“Woojin is with Seungmin, Minho is with Jisung, Changbin is with Hyunjin, and Jeongin is with Chan and I. Our team is uneven but we’re going to take turns enough to keep it fair.” Alex reassured the others.

“What do we need to set up? I’ll help you.” Haley offered.

“I’m gonna set up two cameras in the living room. I just need help carrying everything. We’ll need lights and mics too.” Alex and Haley headed to grab the equipment. “Everyone get situated around the room with their partners.”

Back in the living room, Alex and Haley set everything up before sitting with their teams, Haley next to Felix on the floor as Alex sat between Chan and Jeongin. After giving the okay, Alex began his intro before introducing his guests and explaining the game they would be playing. It’s simple. Teams compete against each other for the most points. When it is their turn, each player had to wear a pair of headphones while listening to music to cancel any possible noise. One person on each team will have a word that their partner has to guess by reading the other’s lips. One point is awarded for every word guessed correctly.

Suddenly a thought popped into Haley’s head.

“Wait…if we’re competing then what does the winning team get?”

Alex laughed at himself, “honestly, I hadn’t thought about that. Any ideas?”

“How about the winners pick the last activity before we leave?” Changbin suggested.

Everyone nodded in agreement while Alex smirked, “then it’s settled. Don’t worry, when we win, we’ll pick something fun to do.”

Immediately everyone began arguing, “YAH I don’t think so!” Alex just laughed at their reactions.“Which team wants to go first?”

Changbin and Hyunjin raised their hands, offering to start the game. Surprisingly, the two paired up really well as they scored a total of six points together.

After them, Woojin and Seungmin guessed, earning five points total as Woojin struggled to guess the word spaghetti.

Chan, Jeongin, and Alex’s team went next as they moved into the lead with eight points. Everyone howling with laughter as Jeongin tried his best to get Alex to guess GOT7, repeatedly yelling as Alex just stared in confusion.

The remaining two teams began to grow nervous as they were unsure if they’d be able to get more than eight points. Still, the next team was Jisung and Minho. Unexpectedly, they passed Alex’s team with a total of nine points, their bond coming in handy to help them gain the lead.

At last, it was Felix and Haley’s turn. Minho and Jisung handed off their headphones as Haley moved to sit in front of Felix. Woojin held up the first word for Haley to say, Australia. The guys chuckling as Haley all but screamed over the loud music, trying to get Felix to guess the word. After a couple attempts, he finally got it right as Woojin held up the next words, Felix guessing them all. Switching sides, it was time for Haley to guess. “This ought to be good” Alex snickered under his breath. Luckily Haley couldn’t hear a thing except the music blaring through the headphones. Changbin showed Felix the first word, Stray Kids, as he attempted to mouth it to Haley. All the girl could do was stare at his mouth, trying her hardest to figure out what the poor boy was saying. After many failed attempts, Felix was about to give up before it finally clicked. “STRAY KIDS” Haley screamed as Felix cheered. Alex hitting her shoulder before telling her to be more quiet, “you’re gonna get us kicked out of the apartment.” Haley looked sheepishly as she apologized, “This was a terrible idea.” The next word proved to be much easier as Haley shouted, a little more quietly this time, the word Spider-man.

Spoke too soon, Haley thought to herself as she tried to guess what Felix was saying, eventually passing. Side Effects was the next word, Haley easily guessing it correctly. Unfortunately for Felix, Haley struggled with guessing the final word. Just one more point and they’d be tied with Jisung and Minho. The word was 3RACHA. He tried and tried and tried. Mouthing the word over and over, as slow as possible to get Haley to understand. Staring in utter confusion, she felt bad as she could see the frustration growing across Felix’s face. “I don’t know what the hell you’re saying” Haley confessed just as time ran out. Immediately, Jisung and Minho shouted in joy as everyone groaned.

Haley crossed her arms and pouted, “This game is stupid.”

“You’re just mad because you suck” Alex rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Not shit Sherlock.” Haley leaned against Felix, “I’m sorry you had to be my partner.”

“It’s cool. You were a better partner than any of them anyway.” All the guys hollered as Felix smirked before nudging Haley’s shoulder.

“Alright winners, what are we doing?” Chan asked Minho and Jisung. The two shared a look before Minho spoke up, “we’ll decide that and let you know another day.”

“I don’t know if we should be worried or not” Seungmin confessed.

“Whatever it is, it’ll be fun” Alex reassured before completing his outro, everyone waving goodbye, and shutting off the cameras. Alex began to put away the equipment, with the help of Felix, before returning to the group.

“What are we eating for dinner?” Hyunjin randomly asked, catching everyone’s attention at the idea of food.

“Haley and I can make ramen?” Alex suggested, the guys nodded excitedly.

The two headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner as the guys settled in the living room to watch TV. “Oh yeah, we’re all going to the studio after dinner” Haley announced, gaining a lot of confused looks, except for one as Jisung grinned at the girl.

“What for?” Changbin questioned.

“I have a surprise for you guys.” Haley winked at Jisung before turning back to the food she was preparing. Everyone turned to look at Jisung as he just shrugged his shoulders with a sly look on his face.

Ten minutes later, Haley called for the boys as they had finished cooking dinner, everyone running for the food. As everyone focused on dinner, silence swept over the table until all bowls were empty. The boys looked at Haley expectedly as she raised her eyebrows, “what?”

“So what’s the surprise?” Felix asked impatiently.

“Why don’t we go find out?” Haley suggested before getting ready to leave, the boys following her lead.

“Why do you have your camera?” Alex raises an eyebrow at the girl, who just smirks back at him.

“You’ll see.”

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids han jisung #skz #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz han jisung #han jisung #han jisung imagines #han jisung fluff

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kmseokjins · 5 years

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Waste It On Me (Chapter Four, Pt. 1)

Fandom: BTS Pairing: BTS x Reader / Future OT7 x Reader Warnings: n/a in this chapter Genre: a lil angst Summary: [Name] has a rough week at work and reaches her breaking point. Have some feelings, y’all.

Songs listened to: Sing For You by EXO, Butterfly by BTS, Baby Don’t Cry by EXO

Notes: Up goes the first part of chapter four since I’ve officially posted the second part of chapter four on AO3. See AO3 for special note regarding this chapter.

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You haven’t seen the boys for over a week, the whirlwind that was work sweeping you up and keeping you busier than you’d been in months. It was exhausting, and quite frankly, you were close to pulling your hair out. Today had especially been difficult; nothing had been going right, clients had been rude and uncooperative, and your boss was ready to blow a gasket. You were visibly shaking as you carefully put away cameras, camera lenses, and other equipment that you’d been directed to do. You had hoped it would give you time to collect yourself, to even your breathing and calm your mind.

It wasn’t, and you could feel the sharp sting of your throat constricting and tears burning in your eyes. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. Don’t fall apart yet. Not here. You hastily wipe at the tears that have fallen at the sound of your boss shouting for you across the room. Clearing your throat, you stand quickly at the sound of footsteps and turn on your heel to face your boss. He stops immediately when you face him, the anger that contorts his face falls at the sight of you so upset. Your brain immediately expects the worst, fearing his anger is directed at you for whatever reason. Any reason.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing out deeply before he steps closer, “[Name], go home. Get some sleep. Take care of yourself.” He tells you softly, reaching out to clasp a hand on your shoulder, which makes you tense at the contact, “You’re not in trouble, you did nothing wrong.” He adds, squeezing your shoulder before he smiles, “I’ll see you Tuesday.”

You gape at him as he shoos at you, picking up where you left off with the equipment. “B-but sir,” You start, but the words die in your throat at the look he gives you. You’ve worked with him long enough to know that there isn’t any room for arguing once he’s decided something. Finally, you nod and give him your usual bow, “Thank you, Mr. Han. Have a good night,” He hums in response, nodding his head absently, already focused back on his task.

You awkwardly shuffle away to put your own camera and equipment away in your bag, settling the strap on your shoulder before you’re slipping out of the studio with hunched shoulders. You opt to take the stairs rather than the elevator, taking your time descending down the four flights of stairs. Halfway down, your phone pings in one of the pockets of your bag, and you stop to fish it out.

9 missed calls. 15 text messages.

You hadn’t even managed to look at your phone since early this morning when you first got to work before it had been shoved in your bag pocket and long forgotten. A quick scroll shows that the calls and texts are mostly from Jimin, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Tae. It makes you smile before your vision blurs with tears and you hastily wipe them away as you quickly descend rest of the stairs and emerge into the front lobby near the elevators. You practically run through the lobby, waving your hand in acknowledgement of those you pass at their greetings and goodbyes.

As soon as you step foot outside, you stop and breathe in the fresh air, glad the sun hasn’t set and you won’t have to walk home in the dark. You stand there for several minutes, eyes closed as you simply enjoy the fresh air and the soft rays of sunlight on your face. You’re startled from your peace by your phone again.

Ping! One new text message.

JK: [Name]-ah pleaseeeeeee? Movie niiiiiight!!!

You: Not tonight.

Sunshine: Please? We miss you

Tae: You can pick the movie!

You: Guys…

JK: That’s a yes, right?

There goes your dreams of curling up on your couch with a pint of ice cream and a sappy movie to drown yourself in. Deciding you don’t have the energy to argue with them, you quickly pull up the Uber app to get yourself a ride to their dorms, plopping yourself on a nearby bench to wait for your ride.

30 minutes later, you’re finally reaching up to knock on the dorm door before you’re twisting the door knob to step inside the familiar entryway. The drive had been quiet, mostly consisting of your forehead resting against the window as you aimlessly stared out the window, barely registering just how congested the traffic was and why it took so long. The driver tried to make conversation with you, but soon fell quiet himself when you barely responded. Several texts had come through from the boys during the ride, and you only responded once to let them know you were on the way.

Laughter reached your ears as you close the door and shuffle your shoes off, letting your bag slip from your shoulder and onto the floor just out of the way. You were careful in setting it down, not wanting to damage the expensive camera that you had spent years saving up for.

“There you are!” Hoseok’s laugh comes from the doorway moments later, drawing your attention away from your bag and to the doorway. You attempt to mirror his bright smile, but your lips quiver and his image becomes blurry from tears before you can stop yourself.

Hoseok’s eyes widen at your tears, and he immediately closes the distance, pulling you against his chest and into a tight hug, “[Name], what’s wrong? What happened?” You hear him murmur against your hair, one hand soothingly rubbing up and down your back.

You keep your sobs quiet as you shake your head, “Rough day,” Comes out muffled against his chest, your fingers gripping his shirt like a lifeline, although he doesn’t seem to mind. Hoseok sighs softly, moving you both gently in a sideways motion back and forth.

“Hobi, where’d you go!?” Jimin’s voice filtered into the entryway at some point, stirring you from the soothing motions against Hoseok. “There you are. Yah! [Name], you snuck in on us!” You could hear the grin in Jimin’s voice and then the questioning silence once he apparently realized something was off.

Jimin pressed close to you both as you turned your head to face him, offering him a weak smile at the concern written all over his face. His arm wraps around your shoulders as he leans down slightly to press his head against yours. His affection and gentleness makes you choke back a sob, and you swear Jimin’s eyes look a little watery when he pulls away a few moments later. Both boys gently urge you further into the house, finding yourself tucked against Hoseok’s shoulder as he leads you down the hallway and into the living room.

Taehyung and Jungkook are sitting on the floor, apparently playing a video game by the looks of the controllers clutched in their hands. By the smell of food and voices coming from the kitchen, Namjoon and Jin are apparently fussing about in there. Yoongi is slouched on the couch, eyes glued to the phone in his hand.

Tae and Jungkook noticed the three of you first, both of them breaking into grins before they actually see to see how upset you are. The two youngest are instantly scrambling to their feet, shooting off questions at Jimin and Hoseok, their video game abandoned. Their raised voices draw the attention of the three remaining members; Namjoon and Jin emerge from the kitchen in confusion, while Yoongi has abruptly stood from his seat, phone forgotten.

“What happened?” You hear Yoongi’s voice among the commotion, and seven heads turn to look at him, although yours is the only one filled with surprise. Even with the distance between you and him, you can see his jaw tense and his knuckles are white where he’s gripping his phone. Your brain flashes back to the last time you’d seen him, and you find yourself unable to reassure him that you’re fine, but Hobi answers for you as he pulls you from the others and towards the couch, closer towards Yoongi.

“Rough day,” He repeats your words from earlier, pulling you down to sit on the couch with him, Tae immediately crowding on your other side near Yoongi, who slowly returns to his seat. You miss the looks they all exchange with each other, too busy trying to focus on something besides all of them. They can easily suck the air from a room when you’re the sole subject of their attention.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jungkook. His voice is soft and meek enough that you’re drawn to him, taking in the uncertain look in his eyes as he watches you, almost like he’s afraid to ask. You try to smile as you shake your head, reaching up to wipe the tears from your face. They all watch silently, as if they’re not quite sure what to do with you.

“I-I should go home, you don’t need me ruining a fun night,” You tell them as you stand from the couch. “I shouldn’t have come over in the first place.” There’s an ache in your chest after the words spill from your lips, too afraid to admit that you don’t really want to be alone now that you’re in the company of the boys. They’re a family, a comfort to each other when things get hard, but you’re an outsider, despite the friendship you share with each of them.

You’re used to being alone. To carrying the world on your shoulders for what has seemed like decades by yourself. You had lost your father years ago, and your mother long before that. Friends were in and out of your life, and you fully expected to be passed over by these boys. They were famous, they were idols. They were going onto bigger and better things, and despite your clumsy attempts to make something of yourself, you always felt like you could never really catch up.

A hand on your shoulder startles you from your thoughts, and you tilt her head back slightly to peer up at Namjoon, who’s looking at you like he understands, “You’re not going to ruin anything. We invited you over and we couldn't be happier that you’re here, tears or not.” Murmurs of agreement from the other members follow his words, and you feel a hand lace their fingers with yours, “Maybe this is where you need to be, [Name]. With us.”

#bts #*mine #bangtan sonyeondan #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts fanfic #my writing #ot7 x reader #poly!bts x reader #bts fanfiction #wiom fic

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moon-yeongjun · 4 years

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I Got You || Moon Bros

Summary: Date- May 5. Tae comes out to Jun!!!

tw: there is some mention of homophobia, but this is 99% soft and reaffirming

@moon-yeongtae

TAE: Earlier today, Jun had told Tae that grief was a little bit like being drunk--you couldn’t exactly trust your first instinct. At the time, Tae sort of knew that was true, he could kinda feel the recklessness inside of him, coiling up in his stomach and preparing to strike like a big, mean snake. He’d let it rest. Sort of. Instead of telling his entire group of friends through a text message that he was super, duper gay (the gayest), he told Jun that he had something to talk to him about and asked him to bring home actual alcohol. He realized now that the coiled snake had sneakily struck. Tae was nervous. He was so, so nervous. He sat on his bed, picking the lint off his socked feet as he waited to hear the door open. It was late. Jun had been getting home pretty late these days and Tae wondered if that was how Jun was coping with everything going on--by working more. Probably. That seemed like a very Jun way to cope. The door opened and Tae’s nerves started running wild with scissors all over his body, but it was fine. One-hundred percent fine. The floor creaked outside his door and Tae almost wished Jun wouldn’t knock. He wished Jun would just keep going down the hall to his room and pretend he forgot his stupid brother had asked him to drink. A knock. No such luck. “I hope you brought the soju~” he sang as he got up, a bounce in his step. Fake it till you make it, right?

JUN: Jun was not going to drink with his brother. Okay, he did bring the soju, but he’d meant what he said when he talked about being a role model and designated grief-driving and so on and so forth. Jun couldn’t drink anyway because in the morning, he would once again have to wake up and open the store. No one was here to do it but him. He had to go to bed at a decent hour. He had to set his alarm. The smart thing to do was to tell Tae he was much too tired and whatever Tae had to tell him could wait-- the soju could wait-- and Tae should sleep anyway-- But ah, sometimes being a good manager meant being a shit brother, and Jun hated getting less than perfect scores. He’d prefer to be a good manager, a good brother, and operate on five hours of sleep. So he ignored his own fatigue and he brought the soju, not for himself, but for Tae-yah, because Tae’s appa had died and he could have just one drink if it helped him sleep a little easier. He quirked his eyebrows up at Tae’s little song, the half-smile on his brother’s face. He knew that it was all a ruse, eh? Jun understood masks well. Jun didn’t yet try to remove Tae’s mask yet. He held up the bottle. “You only get to have this because I’m supervising you,” Jun said and he tossed the bottle to his brother. He wasn’t sure what else to say. This was often the case with Tae. His sisters all talked and talked circles around them, but leave Jun and Tae alone in the room, and the silence would command the both of them. “Do you want to play Call of Duty?” he said out of nowhere. He felt like shooting lots of people tonight.

TAE: Now it was time for the hard part: actually talking. How the fuck was he supposed to tell Jun about himself? He couldn’t just say it. Like, Hey, Jun, thanks for the alcohol also I’m gay. No. Earlier he’d been so sure he wanted to tell him and now, as he looked over at his brother standing in his room like he had no idea what to do, he realized that he and Jun were literally so fucking terrible at talking to each other. That’s why the only time Tae ever confessed anything was over text. Because he didn’t have to look at him. The silence crowded in around them like a thick, choking fog, until Jun spoke up. “Yes!” Tae said, a little too excited. He pulled his bottle opener out of his nightstand and popped the top off the soju before realizing that was maybe a little suspicious. He could play it off, right? If he just pretended it was normal no one would ever know how often he used that when he and Nemo had movie nights. “Right, okay. Here you go,” he said, tossing Jun a controller and they walked to the living room to turn on the tv and console. “Don’t cry too much when I kick your ass.” And this was how it was supposed to be. Just the two of them, furiously pressing buttons on the controller and cursing under their breath. Tae was beating Jun in kills. For now. He had a feeling that maybe Jun was holding back just a little. “How was your day?” Tae asked, shooting an enemy in the head and rolling away before his teammate could knife him in the back. Jun flew in out of nowhere and shot that guy and Tae cheered. “Dude, I didn’t even know you were back there!” JUN: The few times he had managed to visit his family, this was where he and Tae always ended up: in the living room, either sat on the sofa or their backs pushed against it, controllers gripped in their hands. If they tried for regular conversation, it only took ten minutes before it turned into bickering. Tae was just so stubborn. Jun, too, not that Jun would ever say so out loud. And so it was safest to not talk, or just to talk with a video game to buffer between them. Jun didn’t have to look Tae in the eye and feel the overwhelming weight of his own regret, of the way he missed his brother, and would never truly be close to him. Jun could never say any of that out loud, so he was saying it with the video game. It was 23:00 and Jun should be asleep, but instead here he was. He reached forward and nicked Tae’s soju before Tae could stop him, taking a swig and then laughing. “Pay attention, little bro!” he chuckled. “Cover me, I’m goin’ for their flag!” Jun switched his gun to an automatic and then moved forward. When an enemy popped out, Jun blew through him in just three shots. “See, if only I could beat--” he smacked another foe in the face with his gun “--anybody who asked me if we have eggs-- of course--” smack “--we have eggs--” Gunfire rattled. “We’re a bloody grocery store.” TAE: Tae covered Jun as he made his run for the other team’s flag. They bobbed and weaved, shooting their way through the enemy camp with reckless abandon. Jun almost got knifed in the back, but Tae swooped in and shot the guy in the face, giving a cheer before sucking down some more soju. This wasn’t so bad. If they were doing this, Tae could say anything no problem. “People are stupid,” he said, hitting another guy with his gun. I’m glad I haven’t had to see any really. I never really liked them, but I think I’d probably lose my temper a lot easier these days.” Jun knew about that probably. Tae knew he had a temper too. Jun was just way better at managing his temper than Tae was. Jun was way better at a lot of things than Tae was, but Tae didn’t hate him for it. He looked up to him. He wanted to be more like him. Fuck. Tae was going to cry. He missed his brother so much and he was so, so grateful he was here. If Jun wasn’t here, there was no way he would make it through any of this. Tae shot their final foe right in the face so Jun could grab their flag and then he put his controller down on the ground. “You know how we’re like, really shitty at talking about things?” Tae ran his hands through his hair and took another drink. “I know that’s not really going to change, but I do want to say that I’m really glad you’re here.”

JUN: Jun’s soldier darted through the landscape of the game and Jun kept his eyes glued to the screen. Most of his brain was consumed with the mission at hand: get the flag, get it back to HQ. This mission could be broken down into smaller parts, like shooting the idiots who popped out from behind the walls, or ducking behind cover when a bullet zinged and hit his soldier, flashing Jun’s screen briefly red and vibrating the controller in his hand. These were easy things to focus on. He felt like a good brother this way too-- playing video games. Spending time. He could sit here and he could drink with Tae with nothing but gunfire filling the rest of the space, and it wouldn’t be a war between the brothers, but a stalemate. Something close, even, to peace. He wasn’t sure he could do anything else. When Tae put his controller down, the fear grabbed Jun and he wanted to snap at his brother-- what the fuck are you doing, I got the flag, cover me, cover me--! Tae was trying to talk to him. Jun’s throat was dry. He reached for the soju and tipped it back, wishing he could get drunker faster, wishing he could drown his own nerves, leaving the better parts of him. What better parts? He thought ruefully to himself and almost laughed. “Why wouldn’t I be here?” Jun uttered. He had the flag. He darted back out, started to make his way out of this shitty country house. He had to cross the field back to their own base. “You gotta cover me again, Tae-yah. Get my back.”

TAE: Yeah. Right. He was leaving Jun unprotected. Tae picked up his controller and tried to swallow the feelings bubbling up in his throat. They were too big and not all of them had names. Part of him was disappointed that this was the only way he knew how to talk to his hyung--hiding behind digital bullets and meaningless capture-the-flag missions. He wished he was better. But since he wasn’t, the least he could do was cover him. He moved his character, following the man with the flag and shooting down anyone who threatened him. “That guy almost got you,” he said, leaning forward and paying more attention. “You need to watch where you’re running too. I can’t get them all.” He pushed buttons furiously, shooting all around until he saw their base ahead of them. “There it is! Run!” Someone from the opposite team was standing in their way and Tae had to take him out. He switched out his gun, pulling out his sniper rifle. It was risky. If anyone saw him he would be an easy target, but it was the only way to take that guy out before he could kill Jun. He aimed, leaning in even further and poking his tongue out in concentration. “Move to the left just a little,” he said to Jun. “Hana...dul....set!” Tae pushed the trigger button and watched as the enemy collapsed right as he pulled his knife out to stab Jun. “HA! Got him!” Tae was so excited they’d won which was just another thing to add to his growing pool of feelings--his big, overwhelming feelings he was having about everything lately. “Hyung,” he said, putting the controller down again. “I’m gay.” The second he said it, fear rushed in like a tidal wave, wiping out all of his other feelings. He was fear, from his head to his toes, and he felt like he was going to throw up. What if Jun hated him now? What if he told Eomma and he got kicked out of the house? That happened sometimes. He’d read about it on the internet and if it happened to him he wasn’t sure where he would go. Tears spilled from his eyes and his chest ached. Jun wasn’t saying anything. How long had it been? It felt like years. It was probably only seconds, but it was torture. “I--I’m s-sorry,” he said in a small voice. And he was sorry. Not about being gay. He could never be sorry about that, but he was sorry he had to tell Jun. Maybe if he was a better dongsaeng he would’ve kept it to himself. He would’ve hidden it away so no one ever had to deal with it but him. But he was selfish and he wanted his brother to know him. He wanted to be able to live his life. “I’m so s-sorry.”

JUN: “Ha ha, dead on!” Jun crowed and he carried the flag the rest of the way to the HQ, ending the game with just a few more seconds on the timer. The screen flashed to the round-up-- Tae-yah led with kills, but Jun had respawned the least. Good scores, all around. He clicked the button to go to the start screen, could start another round-- And then Tae said, “I’m gay.” Jun blinked at the screen. He didn’t look at Tae at first-- just blinked-- and then when he turned to look at his brother, his brother had never looked smaller. He hunched, hands drawn up to rest on his knees, arms glued to his side otherwise. Jun had always thought that he and Tae looked nothing alike, really. Maybe there was something there in their brows. But where Jun could hide anything, Tae never could. And so his brother’s fear was plain. His cheeks, bright red. And the tears. The thing was, Jun knew. Of course he knew. There were too many strange, stilted text conversations about sex and girls and dating over the last few months, but none that he’d expect from a 16-year-old who just wanted to get a girlfriend. He had seen the way Tae looked at Nemo, too. Once, early in the morning, Jun had tripped on Tae’s shoes in the hall on his way out to the farm. Cursing, he grabbed the shoes and went to chuck them into Tae’s room. When he opened the door, he saw Nemo held in Tae’s arms, and his brother had never looked more peaceful. Jun was not his eomma, who would see only what she wanted to see. Jun knew gay people. Was friendly with gay people. One of his closest friends in medical school, Virun, was gay, and when he told his Indian parents, they’d simply denied it, pretended they hadn’t heard. Jun thought of Eomma doing the same, and he wanted to break the controller in his hands. It hadn’t even been a second, Jun hadn’t even had a chance to say anything, but Tae was already crying. The feeling grew. “He--Tae-yah, no,” Jun sighed out and he put his controller down and scooted closer to his brother. He pulled Tae into his arms, one hand moving up to stroke his hair. “Aiya, don't apologize for that. So what, you’re gay? It doesn’t matter. You’re my dongsaeng. 사랑해, 사랑해,” Jun repeated.

TAE: Jun didn’t hate him. Tae told Jun he was gay and the exact opposite thing from what he was expecting happened. Instead of pushing him away or getting up to put space between them, Jun scooted closer and pulled Tae into his arms. Tae remembered being held like this by Jun. The second Jun took him into his arms, Tae was a little kid again. He was four and so small and he could curl up in his brother’s lap and bury his nose in his brother’s shoulder and he could feel safe when the world around him got too scary. When Tae was little, he used to have nightmares. Bad ones. And Jun had always been there for him. He'd always be there when Tae woke up and Tae used to think it was magic. He knew now that he’d probably screamed in his sleep or something and brought Jun to his side, but when he was small, his brother was a magical superhero. Right now, Jun was a magical superhero all over again. He didn’t push Tae away, he held him close. He didn’t make accusations or try to backtrack and say Tae was confused and didn’t know what he wanted. He just held him and told him he loved him and that’s just what Tae needed. Tae might not be four-years-old anymore, but his hyung was still his superhero. He let Jun hold him as he cried, all his fear and loneliness leaking out of him and into the carpet. He realized that everything he thought would happen was just another nightmare, and like always, Jun was there for him. “I love you too, hyungie,” he said, sniffling. “I don’t want to tell eomma. I’m scared.”

JUN: Aiya, aiya. Jun held Tae tighter the harder that Tae cried. And though he didn’t look it-- Jun was panicking. He wasn’t ready for this. He hadn’t thought that when he sat down with Tae tonight that he’d have to do the whole sexuality talk, though looking back at Tae’s messages, maybe he should have and Jun was daft. Still, was it really so idiotic to think that it would have been about their abeoji? Maybe about Eomma or their sisters? Maybe all of these things at once? Why did Tae have to pick-- now-- to deal with this huge life-altering thing-- But even as he thought this, it made sense too. Because Tae had not woken up yesterday and found out he was gay, just as Jun had anticipated this for months as well. Instead, he carried it for days and days, all by himself. He went to church every Sunday and perhaps his truth got a little further from the surface, sitting scared in those pews. And maybe when he talked to Nemo (Nemo probably already knew, Jun would guess-- or some friend), it rose again. Like the ocean, for many months now, Tae brought his truth closer only to hide it. And now his abeoji was dead before Tae had been ready to share this thing, this big thing, his true thing. Jun felt guilty, but he was relieved in some ways. That was not how Tae felt though. He only knew the pain of never saying what he wanted to say. Jun breathed in deep, eyes closing, and he kissed his brother’s hair. God. God, he wanted to do something more. How could he protect him though? What could Junnie do for him? Jun knew his eomma, and this-- this would not be good news. Maybe not a disaster, maybe it could be worse-- He thought of Virun and then there were tears in his eyes and Jun had to blink rapidly to keep them from falling. “You don’t have to, not until you’re ready.” Jun’s hand moved down to rub at Tae’s arm. “And when you do, I can be there if you want, eh? It’s gonna be okay, no matter what, you’re gonna be okay. I got you.”

TAE: I got you. Three words. That was it. Tae wasn’t a deep thinker--he didn’t usually stop and analyze people’s words and see how much meaning he could squeeze out of them--but Jun’s simple words helped him realize something. The most important things--the things that people really need to hear--are usually said with just a few words. I got you carried boats to shore. Those words were an entire ocean of comfort swelling up underneath Tae when his road was getting too rough for him to travel. Tae clung to Jun, his fingers bunching up the fabric of his hyung’s shirt, and he nodded. “Thank you,” he said, and those two words meant the entire world. He was thanking him for not running away. He was thanking him for taking care of their whole family. He was thanking him for existing. “I was scared,” he said after a minute. He pulled away and wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand like he was a toddler who’d just woken up from a nap. “I was s-scared you would hate me, but I should’ve known better.” Tae looked at his brother, really looked at him, and he saw how tired he was and how his shoulders sagged. “You always take care of me.” When Tae hugged Jun this time, it wasn’t because he was sad and needed to be comforted. It was because there were no words for how big his chest felt. There were no words for the fear that gripped him when he thought of anything at all happening to Jun. “I think you’re the best brother ever,” Tae mumbled into Jun’s shoulder.

JUN: Jun could laugh, he really could, but he had a horrible sick feeling in his stomach, something close to fear, that if he laughed, he’d cry. Tae was very wrong. Jun was a horrible brother. For over a decade, he’d barely been in this family. It mattered little that he called at least once a week to talk to Eomma. What was a phone call compared to the matches an clarinet recitals that he’d missed? Where was Jun years ago when Tae was becoming a teenager and he started to get into more and more fights? He remembered hearing of those, Eomma complaining on their phone calls and telling Jun to talk to him, talk to him, but Tae refused half the time, and the other half, they’d end up snapping at each other over the phone and then Tae would hang up. And that was because Jun was not around and he was not patient enough and he was useless-- he didn’t understand. Still, he did not understand much about his little brother. There had been a time that was not true, and he could tell you all of Tae’s favourite foods, his favourite characters in TV shows, how to ungrump his moody brother. But those times were fairytales he told himself. Maybe they never happened. Maybe Jun misremembered, lonely for his own adolescence, maybe Tae hated him all along. And now, this, Jun did not understand it either. But then, he would never admit that he did not understand love anyway. And sex to Jun mostly existed in his textbooks, he didn’t have time to have much of it (would always feel a little guilty when he did). He wasn’t a good role model here, eh? He was a fraud. And so would he know what to say when Tae continued to have questions? What about when he wanted to talk about-- boys? About-- Nemo? And could he protect Tae from their own mother? What about this whole stupid world? The truth was, Jun wished Tae wasn’t gay, for all these reasons. And that made him a horrible brother too. Still, his arm remained firmly around Tae, curling him into his own shoulder. He rubbed at his arm; he didn’t know how to do anything else. “Ah, I could never hate you, Tae-yah. Never, and not about this, tcch.” He hesitated. But-- “And Eomma won’t hate you either. It might take her some time to realize it’s not about her. But she won’t hate you.” He squeezed Tae for a second and then released. There was a lump in his throat and he tried to swallow it down. “Yahhh, stop crying already! Not the end of the world, see? And you’re getting tears all over me,” he griped just to try to lift the mood.

TAE: Jun was right. Tae was crying all over him and when he pulled away and saw the damp spot on his shoulder, he giggled just a little bit. That little giggle meant so much to him. Just the thought that this moment was going to end with a giggle instead of more tears was so important in so many ways Tae couldn’t even count them all. He felt free to be himself. He wasn’t going to tell Jun about Nemo, not yet, but he knew he could. If he could tell Jun he wanted to kiss boys he could tell him which one and Jun wouldn’t yell at him. Jun wouldn’t look at him like he was disgusting or wrong. “Sorry, hyung,” Tae said and wiped at his eyes, smiling through his sniffles. He grabbed his controller and skipped through the match recap that was still looping on the screen. “Wanna play another map?”

#para #moon bros #my SONS MY SONS

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