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jungshook69 · 2 months ago
Love is a myth :: 02
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DISCLAIMER: This doesn’t represent the members’ actions or the army’s actions in any manner it’s pure fiction. This is an original work, do not copy. The taglist is open if you want. Taglist is now closed.
WORD COUNT: 3.9K words
MAIN PAIRING:  musician! Yoongi X waitress! female reader
SIDE PAIRING/S: Jungkook X female reader ; Taehyung X female reader
GENRE: FWB! au ; Strangers to lovers! au
WARNINGS: Implied smut (Forgive me cuz I suck at writing it, no puns intended) ; Mentions of alcohol and smoking (I do not condone smoking) ; Profanity ; Mentions of infidelity ; Heavy angst ; Self loathing (Namjoon’s about to wack me in the head with his slipper) ; I apologize in advance if there’s any spelling errors.
SUMMARY: "You covered your bare form with the silk sheets beneath you, as you watched him walk out your door without a word." // "Love is a myth. All that existed between you two was pure lust." // "The last rule was if anyone of the two of you caught feelings for the other, the deal would be off."
SERIES MASTERLIST: Trailer » Meet the cast » Chapter #1 » Chapter #2 » Chapter #3 » Chapter #4
STATUS: Complete
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Morning came before you knew it, and your groggy self had dragged your ass out to work. You entered the luxurious ambience, the all-too-familiar chime of the bell ringing in your ears as you took off your coat. You were surprised to see a man, whose back was facing you, with deep black-brown hair, setting up the piano, on the center stage. Did we hire a new musician? You walked up to the unknown figure, tapping his shoulder gently. Your eyes nearly popped out, as you met Yoongi’s powerful gaze.
 “Yoongi?!” you yell out, louder than you intended to.
 “Yeah? We’re at work… why’re you talking to me? Where’s Y/N and what did you do to her you impostor?” he said, offering a cute smile.
 “You dyed your hair black?” you ask, ignoring his comment.
“Yeah lol” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “Why? Do you hate it?”
 “N-No no, I was just… surprised…” you say, still taking in the sight before you.
 “Surprised? Sure.” He says sarcastically scoffing. “I know I know… I look too hot to handle, but this is a workplace Y/N, let’s maintain our professionalism, I can’t promise about holding back after work though…” he says smirking.
 “Keep it in your pants Min.” you say rolling your eyes. “You’re so full of yourself.”
 “Learned it from the best” Yoongi says side-eyeing you.
 Before you could come up with a better comeback, you heard that god awful voice of your colleague Maria next to you. “Oh Yoongles… you look hot with black hair.”
 You cringe at the nickname, and see his face scrunch up in response, as you avidly remember him telling you, that only his close family called him by that name. “Thanks I guess” Yoongi says, his response as dry as the Sahara desert.
 You observe as Maria purposely bumps her shoulder into yours as she walks past you and sits down at the sleek black piano, her skirt raising dangerously high, as she coos, “Hey, teach me piano, I wanna learn. We still have an hour to opening time.”
 “Go ahead… Yoongles” you scoff with irritation, emphasizing the last part in a mocking manner, as you turn on your heel and walk away, leaving the two alone. You never knew why you grew so irritated. You convinced yourself that Maria was the reason why you were pissed, and not because of another female latching onto Yoongi, like a panda latches onto bamboo.
 The whole day passed by, with the routinely picture-perfect families treating you like garbage and missed glances between you and a certain black-haired man, which were incredulously high in number today. Soon you were done for the day, the time nearing 12 am. You bid Jackie, Mark and Maya goodbye, declining their offer to get beer again, as you made your way to the back door, since it provided a shortcut to the main street, to go home.
 You opened the partially rusted door followed by a painful screeching noise, before the familiar pungent scent of the dumpster load hit your nose. You made sure to lock the door, and made your way down the dark alley, the street lights before you, shining rather brightly. You could already hear the loud music from the club which was only a block away from the restaurant. As soon as you stepped out of the dark alley onto the street, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. You whipped your head around to meet a pair of warm brown eyes, hidden under the shadow of a black bucket hat.
 “You scared me jeez Yoongi!” you say, clutching your chest.
 “Oops.” He says giggling.
 “Why’re you smiling so much today?” you ask, your tone serious.
 “I like my hair…” he says shrugging his shoulders.
 “…gee thanks just bought it…” you murmur to yourself, secretly hoping he didn’t hear you.
 “Ariana Grande? Touché.” He says smiling.
 “Why’re you standing here?”
 “I was just chilling…”
 “Well, you can continue ‘chilling’. I’m fucking freezing, I’m gonna leave now…” you say turning around.
 You hear the scruff of his sneakers against the concrete pavement before you speak up, “Why’re you following me?”
 “Jeez woman, I thought we were ‘friends’?”
 “Friends who occasionally have sex…”
 “Friends none the less…”
 You continue walking in silence before you feel a cool breeze brush against your exposed calves, and you try to hold back an involuntary jitter of your body, goosebumps lining your skin. Not a second later, Yoongi decides to speak up, “By the way, I think you’d rock a pantsuit.”
 You couldn’t fight back the smile tracing your lips. This is how Yoongi was. He never directly threw compliments at you. They were always disguised. You understood the implications behind his statement. You knew he was mentioning that your uniform should be changed to a pantsuit so you don’t feel cold, and you knew he had boosted your confidence, telling you, that you could rock a pantsuit.
 Although you being you, can’t give in to his charms this easily. “I know, have you seen these legs?” you say smirking, even though you were dying on the inside.
 “I have… multiple times” he says smirking.
 You try to hide the flustered mess you become, but to no avail. Although Yoongi knows better and changes the topic. “Who gave you that ring?”
 You realize that you’ve been unconsciously twisting the sliver ring embracing your index finger. You look down and grip it once again before letting out a sigh and let go. In other situations, you would tell him to back-off and mind his own business, but you didn’t know what came over you, but you felt like pouring out your mind to someone.
 “There’s a reason why I am the way I am Yoongi.” You say sighing, your heart getting heavier with every word. “I wasn’t always this cold towards everyone.”
 “Who says there’s anything wrong with being reserved?” Yoongi pitches in. “But I gotta say I was quite surprised when you didn’t ask for cuddles after we did the deed.”
 “It’s because my past has shaped my view about ‘love’…” you watch as you heels click against the pavement.
 “Someone who’s name starts with a J?” Yoongi asks looking up at the night sky.
 “You’re hella observant Min.” you say smiling. “Yes, you know how everyone has a college sweetheart. Mine was… Jungkook.”
 Yoongi hummed in response. “We did the usual you know? The whole taking each other’s first kiss, going on dates, being each other’s first times, literally every cliché thing you could think of.”
 “Making out in the library?” Yoongi asks slyly.
 “Ah not that… he was shy… didn’t like PDA much…”
 “Hmmm… okay…”
 “Well, we kinda connected you know? But his family although was strict like mine, wasn’t as… rich. He was also two years older than me. And then the inevitable happened. His parents forced him to marry another woman, while my parents didn’t allow me to date someone with a lower status such as his…”
 “And you didn’t rebel?” Yoongi asks.
 “I did! We used to meet up in secret 4 times a week, since he finished college before me. We promised each other we’d be together forever. God I was so naïve. Only if I wasn’t so stupid!” you said smacking your forehead. “Well all good things come to an end. One night we decided that we would run away together on a decided date. But he got the news of his marriage when he went home that day after meeting me but he couldn’t tell me because his parents prevented him from leaving home till the wedding, scared he might run away. Well me remaining oblivious of the news, I packed my bag and reached his house. I saw him in the garden and that’s where he broke the news to me. He told me that his parents had forced him to marry, and that although he loved me, he couldn’t go against his parents words, and that he wouldn’t know how to survive and make money when we run away.”
 Yoongi remained silent, soaking in the information. “Well that night, that damn coward gave me this ring with his initial carved into it, and told me that he would never stop loving me.” You say, your finger running across the ‘J’ engraved into the silver ring.
 “Wow…” Yoongi said, unsure of what else to say.
 “A word about this to anyone Min, I will skin you alive.” You say trying to sound threatening.
 “Trust me, I know when it’s fun to tease, and I know when it’s not the right time.” He says giving you a tiny but genuine smile.
 “Well spill.” You say.
 “Huh?” he looks your way.
 “I told you a dirty secret. It’s only fair you tell me one.”
 “Well what do you wanna know?” Yoongi asks.
 “A lot of things, but for one… you got a sob story behind the piano?”
 “Yes, I do actually…” he said partially amazed at how observant you were and partially trying to hold back a giggle at your use of the term ‘sob story’.
 “Well then… gimme the tea.”
 “It isn’t much but just, my mom passed away while giving birth to me. My dad’s always done his best to raise me alone. My only memory of my mom were these cassettes. My mom was an avid piano player. She had recorded all her songs onto these cassettes. Her voice singing on those tapes, and the sound of her playing the piano are the only memories I have of her. That’s my quote unquote sob story.” He says with a sad smile.
 “You never saw you mom?” you ask genuinely curious.
 “My parents were quite poor, struggling to make a living. They couldn’t afford a camera, but I did find an old Polaroid or two, but her face was too faded away to make out any details.” He responds.
 “Oh… I’m sorry…” you speak softly.
 “Don’t be…” he says sighing, kicking a stone on the road. You watch as the stone flies ahead and hits a steel railing. That’s when you realize you’ve reached the steps of your apartment complex.
 “So this is what it’s like to have friends huh?” Yoongi says.
 “Oh please, you sound like a 50 year old man who lives in his ex-girlfriend’s basement when you say that.” You say, earning a slight chuckle from him.
 “Well I guess we’re here” you say after an uncomfortable gaze was shared between you two.
 Before anyone of you could mutter out another word to add to the awkwardness of the situation, your eyes widened in surprise as Yoongi’s hand grabbed onto the collar of your white button down, pulling you ahead, crashing his lips onto yours. Your eyes flutter shut as you get absorbed into the kiss. It felt too real. You didn’t know whether it was because you had just shared a personal memory with each other, or whether it was because you both had just agreed on being good friends, but the kiss felt rather different than your occasional hookups.
 Before you knew it, your back was shoved against the door of your apartment, the man in front of you hungrily devouring your lips. Your hand struggled to find the doorknob but failed after 5 tries. You broke the kiss, panting rather loudly, as you turned around to get a better view of the keyhole. You unlocked the door even though your hands were trembling with the feeling of Yoongi’s grip tightening on your waist. The god damn door finally opened and you tossed your coat, your heels and his hat onto the floor of your living room. You walked backwards, your lips sealed shut between his, backing up slowly before you landed on the couch.
 You felt him break apart for a breath, hovering over your figure, and seized your chance to tease him. You gripped his hair from the back and brought him inches away from your face. You kissed him ever so lightly, tracing your tongue along his swollen ones, as you gripped his bottom one between your teeth and teasingly pulled away. You were met with his widened eyes as he spoke up, his voice shaky and out of breath, “Damn it woman! Are you even aware of how hot you are?”
 “Min Yoongi, was that a compliment?” you ask smirking.
 “Don’t get too cocky. You’ll be screaming my name in no time.” He scoffs before attaching his lips onto your neck. His hand tightens his grip around your neck, as his lips travel further down from your collarbone to your chest. Before another word could be mustered, you were both deprived of your clothes, laying on the couch in your undergarments, the dark room filled with the heavy gasps and the sounds of your lips smacking against each other.
 “P-Protection…” you let out a shaky breath, as you remind him. He jumps off of you before walking, no more like running towards his discarded jeans on the floor. He searches through the pockets before pulling out his wallet. He opens it eagerly before he slowly lifts his gaze up to meet yours, a slow grim smile forming on his face.
 “You don’t have one do you?” you ask.
 “Sorry…” he says walking towards you.
 “I ran out too, last time…” you say sitting up, as Yoongi takes a seat next to you.
 “Well bad luck, because I’m not on any pill…” you say huffing with disappointment.
 “Talk about a bad case of blue balls.” Yoongi says giggling, as he struggles his way into his trousers.
 “Ayy I wanted this too okay?” you say pouting, putting on your white button down.
 “Well, I should get going then I guess.” Yoongi says once he’d put on his jacket.
 “Yeah okay see ya…” you say looking down at your bare thighs, covered by the short ends of your button down.
 You kept your eyes fixed downwards, and waited to hear the familiar click of the door closing. But it never happened. Instead you felt his calloused fingertips under your chin, as you felt your head being lifted up till you met his eyes. He gave you a small smile, and before you could protest, he landed a sweet kiss against your swollen lips.
 “W-Wha— hey! No goodbye kisses remem—”
 “Call it even for you kissing me goodbye last night?” Yoongi interrupts, a sly smirk lining his lips.
 “Oh…” you falter. “Okay…” you say smiling as you watch him leave your apartment.
 That night, you might’ve gone to bed without relief for your lust, but you did go to bed just having received emotional relief. Your heart was full, and for once in a long time, you slept quite peacefully.
 You walked into work, your head held high the next day. You were in quite a good mood today, the reason still remained unknown. You didn’t even have sex last night! You were literally left needy! But you were still in a better mood than you have been in days. You still didn’t know why.
 “Good morning Jackie!” you smile.
 “Who are you and what did you do to Y/N? I will not be afraid to shove this up your arse, you clone!” Jackie said, pointing a rolling pin at you.
 “Am I really that grumpy every morning?” you sigh, placing down your purse.
 “Not too grumpy. But you’re definitely never this happy…” Mark pitches in, peaking his head out from behind the refrigerator door.
 “Ooooo did a certain someone get laid last night?” Jackie spikes.
 “Hey! Bold of you to assume I never get laid!” you scoff in disbelief.
 “Nahh I mean you just seem like the person with such a strict work ethic, I didn’t think, ya know, you explored the relationship region.” Maya says, walking in with a bag of shallots.
 “For your kind information, I’ve been in a healthy relationship for 5 years!” I announce.
 “Who you foolin?” Jackie scoffs.
 “Seriously, who am I fooling?” you laugh, smacking your forehead. “Ugh never mind, let’s get to unloading the inventory.”
 The day goes by as usual, although today you find it immensely hard to make eye contact with the man playing the piano. Soon it was 12 am, and you had just finished doing all the chores in the kitchen. You had granted all your juniors an early leave as a gift for earning an extra 100 dollars as tips. There wasn’t much left for you to do. You wrapped everything up and began locking all the doors, preventing the cool night breeze from rushing in. As you entered the seating area, to lock the main entry doors, you noticed that Yoongi was still there, playing a symphony on the piano. You made sure to make minimal noise as you stood there in awe, watching his fingers run across the keys with ease and precision. You were amazed at how easy he made it look. He ended the song with a clean piece, but your feet remained grounded, still shocked, by how mesmerizing the sight was.
 “I know I play amazing, but gee, at least close that jaw of yours…” Yoongi says, without turning to face you.
 “Don’t flatter yourself, I’ve seen better…” you say, lying through your teeth.
 “Sure you have…” Yoongi says sarcasm dripping from his tone.
 You walk up to the stage and run your hand along the sleek black piano in admiration. “Wanna play?” Yoongi asks, catching you off-guard.
 “O-Oh no, tempting offer, but I’ll pass.”
 “Come on, I’ll show you.” He says huffing, before grabbing your hand, and pulling you down on the seat beside him. He plays a simple piece, Heart and Soul. An easy one for beginners.
 After you watch his fingers move intently, you place your hands across the keys, unsure of which key comes first. Yoongi senses your hesitation and places his warm hand on top of yours. He leads your fingers to the right key, and gently presses down. You, being so absorbed in his touch, flinch when the piano makes a loud sound. You gain consciousness and begin to play as close to the original as possible, missing a few keys, accompanied by a few awkward silences in between the notes.
 “You’re not half bad” Yoongi says.
 “Really?” you say scoffing.
 “Okay never mind, you are pretty bad.” He says smiling.
 “Well I can’t play piano, but I can sing.” You state, flipping your hair over your shoulder in a dramatic fashion.
 “Can you sing… my heart will go on?” he asks hesitant.
 “Who knew Min Yoongi is such a softie?” you lightly punch his shoulder.
 “It was my mom’s favorite melody.” He sighs.
 “I-I’m sorry… yes I can sing it.” You say guiltily.
 “It’s okay, you didn’t know. Well, will you sing now?”
 “Ummm sure…” you say not being able to deny it, as you knew it was close to his heart.
 The next 3 minutes went by in a blur. Your melodious voice and the notes from the piano were the only noises in the ginormous dining room. Yoongi would glance at your side profile once every few seconds as you closed your eyes and sang your heart out. He looked at you with admiration in his eyes, as he was reminded of his mother’s melodious voice.
 “You have a not-so-bad voice.” Yoongi says once the piano piece was over.
 You roll your eyes, scoff and lift your hips, ready to get up, before you felt a firm grip on your wrist pull you back down. You whipped your head around to meet his warm brown eyes as he whispered, “I’m kidding… your voice is amazing. Thank you for singing for me…” he says letting out a long breath.
 You grew uncomfortable under his piercing gaze, all alone in the big room, so you decided to speak up, “Well thanks for stating the obvious.” You smirk standing up from the seat, much to Yoongi’s disappointment. “Well I think I should get going.”
 “Yeah me too…” Yoongi says packing up.
 You didn’t even question it, but soon you two were walking towards your humble abode. Before you could ask him why he walks you home every night he spoke up, “Before you ask me, no I’m not walking you home because I want to sleep with you.”
 “Stole the words right outta my mouth.” You reply smiling. “You know what’s weird though? I don’t feel like having sex either.”
 “This has literally been the longest we’ve gone without sex. 4 days!”
 “It doesn’t feel too bad though.” You murmur softly. “Why’re you walking me home though?”
 “Your house is on the way to my place.” He says shrugging.
 Today’s topic of conversation had started at ‘what’s your favorite ice-cream flavor’ and had somehow ended up with you both talking about Maria.
 “She’s really not my type.” Yoongi says huffing.
 “I bet she was exactly your type when you were eating each other’s faces off.” You roll your eyes.
 “You were really bothered by that weren’t you?” Yoongi says smirking.
 “Oh please, your life, your choice.”
 “Y/N were you jealous?” he says poking the side of your ribs.
 “Maria? Oh please, absolutely not! I mean she is hotter than me… okay maybe she looks more exotic than me… and she might have a better butt than me—”
 “Nothing compares to your cute lil tushie” he states winking.
 “Ayy! My tushie is not little—”
 He cuts you off, when his lips land on your cold ones, for a small peck. “We’re here. Good night Y/N.” he says, retreating slowly.
 Before he could see the redness on your cheeks, you rushed into your apartment complex, your heart thumping at an inhumane rate.
 Before you knew it, your only day off had arrived. But you decided you wouldn’t slack off in your cozy bed, instead you decided to visit the park. Sunday mornings were always complemented by dull and gloomy clouds, but this particular day, god had been kind enough to keep the weather quite pleasant, warm and sunny at the same time. You felt a light breeze drift past your knees, as you willed your feet to take long strides along the pavement. You felt rather cute, dressed in a tan summer dress that stopped right above your knees, accessorized with a brown beret and some round-rimmed glasses, since you were too lazy to wear contacts.
 Soon you reached your favorite place in this town besides the cozy café-library across the street. The park bench you sat at, was surrounded by the sounds of small children laughing, as they ran around in the sand, not a worry in the world. You couldn’t help it, when a small smile formed on your lips, before you reached into your sling and fished out your journal. Occasionally when your hectic schedule allowed you some free time, you would take your time to write rhythmic sentences, in hopes that one day, all these lyrics might come together to form a special song, close to your heart.
 It was a pleasant morning, and you thought it couldn’t go any better. At least that’s what you thought, before your luck was inevitably snatched away from you.
 You heard a gruff voice clear their throat, in close proximity to you, before they spoke up, “Y-Y/N?”
 You looked up through your round lenses, and your jaw dropped open at the sight. Your eyes roamed the man’s face, unwilling to blink. It took you a nice long 10 seconds, to find your voice, which still came out small and slightly wavered, “J-Jungkook?”
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